Book 1: Chapter 20
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It’s said that freedom is relative…
Yes, I’m aware freedom is relative. There’s no such thing as absolute freedom.
But come on, this isn’t even remotely close to freedom!!
Lucia who was hugging my arm was focused on rummaging through the pile of fragrance sachets. Today is our first time going out. Lucia went out of her way to wear a long dress normal young girls would wear and for the first time, wasn’t carrying any weapons. She gleefully held onto my hand as we strolled down the street looking at things. It was also the first time I had my own wallet… It was filled to the brim with coins, so it was particularly heavy. Heavy enough to make me want to toss it away. And even then, as we were leaving, mom asked me for the eighteenth time if I needed more money…
I was having a leisurely stroll with my girlfriend, my pockets were filled to the brim with money, I didn’t have anything weighing on my mind, the streets weren’t too packed, and the temperature was warm… It was the perfect scenario for a free and blissful one hour…
But instead, I wore a dry smile, the corner of my eye wouldn’t stop twitching and the store owner in front of me didn’t dare to lift is head. While the store owner and I wore bitter looks, Lucia was excitedly rummaging through the fragrance sachets.
It was meant to be a beautiful and blissful afternoon.