3 Years from now~Open~

[Elysia Cora Wendell]

"Three years. Three fucking years." thought a young woman.

Three years. Three years since she left home. Three years since she left that woman's house. She was fifteen then. A child. She was eighteen now, still a child, but less of one. She was Elysia and she wanted now, more than ever to be strong, instead of cowardly. She wanted the strength her mother had never shown and the strength she had never had. But when was there ever hope for the hopeless? No time that she had ever known.

So there she stood, in her silence.

[Stellan Dhiren Walker]

Dhiren noticed a girl just standing. It was kinda odd. Most were always on the move around here. She wasn't looking at anything, that he could see.

He slowly approached her. "Excuse me, madame. May I ask where you are heading?"

[Elysia Cora Wendell]

She looked up at the person who had called her Madame. She cocked her head to one side. Who was he? She didn't remember him. Was he new here? She had been gone three years.

She pointed to the house at the end of the cul-de-sac of houses.

[Stellan Dhiren Walker]

Dhiren found it odd that she didn't speak to answer but accpected it anyway. There were a lot of odd ones around here.

"Okay, Is there a reason why your not going?" he asked her.

[Elysia Cora Wendell]

She slung her bag down from her shoulder and opened it up to her notebook and pen. She wrote down: "Mother."

[Stellan Dhiren Walker]

He nodded.

"Understandable, I never really liked my mother either. Always invisible she was." Dhiren said. "And she gave me a god awful name. But I'm ranting, which i really shouldn't do. I know it is bad, but It is something that i tend to do. And again i tirade. Oh, I am sorry. Why don't you wish to see your mother?"

[Elysia Cora Wendell]

"Well, it might be my god-awful name, but since my father gave that to me and not my mother, it's him I should be talking with. But I digress." She wrote. "She and I...we never saw eye to eye on most things."

[Stellan Dhiren Walker]

Dhiren smiled.

"Ahh, I'm sure that caused rocky roads. But not like the ice cream. Bad roads." he said. "Your name can't be worse than Stellan. Though you never know there are worse."

[Elysia Cora Wendell]

"Stellan, eh? Technically, mine's Dagmar. I dropped it though, so now I just go by the TWO middle names my father gave me. That's one of the reasons my mom and I don't talk much." Elysia wrote. "And I'm not a big fan of rocky road ice cream."

[Stellan Dhiren Walker]

"Okay, You win." he admitted. "What are the middle names? I only have one, Dhiren. I'm not sure who bestowed the name on me. You aren't a fan? Aww, well not everyone can share my likes."

He studied her for a second and said"You look kinda young, well, not very, but still. But I haven't seen you here. I've been here for two years, have you been gone longer than that?"

[Elysia Cora Wendell]

"Elysia Cora" She wrote. "I like chocolate fudge better."

She studied him for a moment in response. And cocked her head to the side and gave him a crooked smile.

"I grew up here, but I"ve been gone for three years." She wrote.

[Stellan Dhiren Walker]

"Elysia Cora, it sounds beautiful." he said. "That is a good flavor or ice cream. Very chocolaty."

He nodded.

"Did you leave to escape your mother?" he asked. "If you don't want to say- well, write, that is okay too."

[Elysia Cora Wendell]

"I love chocolate." She wrote. "What's your favorite flavor?"

[Stellan Dhiren Walker]

"Of ice cream? Hmm... Strawberry." Dhiren said. He took note of the not answering, but every person had things they don't discuss. "I love strawberries, no matter their preperation. Of course not rotten."

[Elysia Cora Wendell]

She stuck her tonque out.

"Ewww..." She wrote. "Strawberries are disgusting."