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|| Stand By Me|| Florence and the Machine ||
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|| Stand By Me|| Florence and the Machine ||
Stella shook her head, "I doubt that's it, she wouldn't have locked it in a box like that because she'd more then likely lose the key," Stella brushed her long red hair out of her face. "Besides, the paper we use isn't like the paper of old, getting it wet has no effect, she could have stored it beneath the lake for all I know." Stella didn't think that Miiko would have done that. "Take that box along, we'll see what's inside of it." Stella beckoned to Essie, Yui pondered the things that Essie had said. "I'm glad you don't blame me," she said quietly. "I didn't mean to," Yui hugged herself, her light bearing mark burned ever so slightly, but it had been doing that ever since she had stopped using her light bearing gifts. It was a sensation that Yui was used to, one that had become as much a part of her life as this new world.
"Um, it was nice before," Yui said rather unhelpfully, hoping to ease whatever pain Essie might have. "It was a big city, with lots of cars and people..." Yui trailed off, unsure what else to say. Of the whole of New York, New York City alone had been the sole survivor of the flooding Yui had accidentally brought on. "Let's keep moving," Stella said, "I think I know where she may have hidden it." Stella released Yui from her protective grip, having still held onto her. Yui followed along, bumbling behind so that she could keep up. "Um, not to pry, but why is it that you and Miiko had a falling out?" Yui asked and Stella glowered. "I don't know," she replied honestly. "Just in those five years, when I came back I suddenly couldn't stand to be around her. Her innocence and naivety, it drove me nuts."
Stella glanced back at Essie, wondering if her partner had similar thoughts and feelings about her own sister. "I want to reconnect with her, I think this could help." At least Stella was trying, she was putting in an effort by finding thsis tupid journal. "Truthfully this should have been the first place we looked," it was somewhere the two children had gone together often. "We would come out here looking for treasure, we talked about being treasure hunters, about travelling the world together, just the two of us, in search of lands unknown and jewels beyond our wildest dreams. That was around the time I learned about her kleptomania, although I certainly didn't help by encouraging it." Yui giggled, kleptomania was a funny word, one she had never heard before. Stella's brow twitched, although Yui wasn't sure why.
They went up an old staircase that led into an old building with a crumbling stone facade. "It's not much farther," Stella assured them. Yui was tired, she had not exercised like this for a very long time. "Just around the corner," at last they had reached the top floor. The windows were broken, but the glass had been swept out by both wind and time. In the corner was what looked to be a hovel of sorts, blocked off by sheets. "I have a feeling it's here," Yui followed behind Stella, who pushed the sheets aside to reveal a clubhouse and on the table, a notebook.