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There were rarely days in which Chiara felt like this. Two years after starting her journey here and she was still homesick. Could it be called homesickness, though? It wasn’t exactly that. She didn’t miss her family anymore today than the rest of the time, but she was feeling something. It was as if something had been holding her back and now it wasn’t there. As if someone had poured glass upon glass of nostalgia into her and she had been fighting to keep it in, only for it to seep through the cracks of her soul. 

My Chemical Romance blasted on her ears as she ran along the riverside, leaves and sticks crunching underneath her feet. She wasn’t running because she wanted to, but on days when she couldn’t shake these feelings off she did her best to drown them. The worst part of it was that she wasn’t even supposed to be listening to this music - the devil’s music, as her godmother would say - but there’s always something exhilarating about doing things you’re not supposed to. No matter how small.

A couple more songs full of drums and electric sounds and she was closer to the bridge. Coming to a stop, she rested her hands on her knees, letting her breath come back. 

“Almost forgot how much I don’t like doing this...” Soliloquy was her favorite word for the simple reason that if she were a character in a play, she’d be talking to herself all the time too. Behind the bridge, she could see the sun preparing to set. Chiara found a good spot to sit down and turned off her music, hoping to catch the sunset before heading back to the cabins. Was it even a good idea to be out this late considering the recent events? Probably not, but there was no one around to tell her otherwise.