My search for Sera has led me out of the woods, emerging far out on the other side of the park.
For some reason, I felt like this was the right way to her… a gut feeling maybe, a natural instinct… or perhaps I was merely compelled to follow the faint tinkling of a rusty collar bell.
Mrs. White seemed to understand what or who I was looking for exactly. While I was calling Sera's name, her meows sounded like responses, and when I peering high and fucking low, her slight head tilts at me looked like gestures. But it took her suddenly dashing between my legs before I finally listened and followed after her.
Here, on the other side, the park didn't look as festive and merry when compared to its former half, not as many lights blinking and shining, no streamers hanging from lamppost to lamppost, just stray pieces of Christmas decorations scattered about that the wind managed to make away with - so barren and empty with barely a soul in sight. Hell, it was almost sad.
