I got my hands on my keys || storybrooke
Winter had arrived, the nights were longer, and colder and Nadia would of been long gone if it hadn't been for the fact her son needed her. Henry. She had missed out on eleven years of his life and she was not going to miss out on anymore. It was around seven pm, she had gone to granny's for a hot chocolate and some alone time, but sitting by herself was only making things worse. She wasn't good at staying in one place for too long she never had been. Nadia had spent her entire life running from her father and here she was, living in the same town as him attempting to rebuild their father , daughter relationship. But it was hard. Having put up so many walls, she couldn't allow herself to believe he had changed. And so instead of staying with him and his girlfriend Belle, she had her own place, a two bedroom out on the edge of storybrooke, in a secluded clearing I'm the wooded area. She liked it their, it was peaceful and gave her a chance to work on her archer. The brunette sat at a booth in granny's with her hot chocolate a fashion magazine in front of her, she was thinking of getting her hair cut. Fresh start and all that.
