You go into your room, not looking into any of the rooms you pass. You take out your guitar and strum a few notes absently. It's not like she ever gave you a reason to want to know. Like you said before: It wouldn't be that hard to find someone with black hair and amber eyes, named Lianna for that matter. You know that must be the name your mother gave you, when you were in the orphanage your name was Lianna.
You shake your head, trying to stop thinking about her. You finally listen to what you're playing. It's "I'm already there" by Lonestar. For some reason you always end up playing that when you think about Her.
"'I'm already there'. Well, when you finally decide to tell me where 'there' is, don't. I don't really want to know. My life is already hard enough as it is without you deciding to listen to your mothering instincts." You put your guitar away and go into the kitchen to make a sandwich.
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