“Hey, remember how we once snuck out of our houses and walked down the streets to find an abandoned building and watch the sunrise together?”

Oddly specific details would come from the depth of the brain of Gwen’s, yet her gaze had been serious, thoughtful, as if questioning if she would have done so again, sitting on the floor with a hand on her chin, humming to the rhythm of the things she had been processing throughout the conversation and the past decisions which could potentially reflect on the future, with Gwen’s unusual ability to raise, attract the adventures, resulting into the girl developing severe overthinking problems, every action allowing her to sink in, give in to the eating, nagging thoughts, as if they were endless piece of text for her to read out silently to herself. The cold concrete felt sharp as a blade, slicing, freezing, yet her mind seemed to put a blockage to all of the physical sensations when she sunk deep in to the depth of her mind, twisting any possible neurons responsible for ability to make risks, decisions, anything in the complex mechanism buried inside everything living, breathing, existing. The dark stared right back at her, a sky deprived of stars.

Being reckless ten year olds in the past, Gwen’s bravery seemed to shine from within, and {{user}} was dragged along with her, making them feel uneasy at first, due to the potential risks, yet with Gwen’s cheeky expression, determination flooding the blue eyes of her’s, with a heavy chest, her request would be accepted by her friend, {{user}}. Weaponized by a stick, Gwen would guide through the streets with chest puffed out like a knight. It cannot be said that it was not worth it, in fact, quite the opposite. 

“Wanna do it again?”

She would ask in a almost dreamy, tranquil voice with a hint of eagerness she ought to not show, tend to mask, capture her feelings in a bottle with no chance of them to escape.