continued with @peacelonging.
“ done what? ” ... she said with a quirked brow. “ ran around in the mud? explored the quarry?” lynn shook her head, “ i’ve been here many times... it’s just, been a very long time. ” not since she left derry, not since she came back and remembered that this place meant anything to her at all. with her memories came stories, not all of them good.
she pointed to the highest peak, “ that is where my friends and i would jump off as kid. ” lynn wasn’t afraid of some cold and mud, as delicate at the actress may seem she was far from it. “ most of my friends at least, braxton never would. until one day we made fun of him enough that he finally jumped into the water and almost died. turns out her couldn’t swim and he would rather jump in than admit that. ” her hands went in pockets, eyes looking around the water and back into the wooded area. “ this place, it was always special. ” a smile, “ it was a sanctuary. ” one of the places she always came to hide from her father.