Lyon
In a repressed corner of England, the end of the Victorian era, I lived bound by strict laws imposed by the Catholic parents, no exit, no schools, no freedom. I was seventeen, suffocated. I argued with pain in my stomach to avoid the church's weekly journey, and for the first time you leave me a real window of air. I escaped towards the forest, with a white dress and a cloak, and there, completely alone, I took off a shaly and left my dark hair liberated, ran, laughed, shouted. I was not crazy, just free. I did not know that a young man named Leon watching me behind the trees, quietly drawing my laughter, then suddenly - a cry! My feet were gone and fell into the pond. I am not good at swimming. The water overwhelms me, and the voice of steps was approaching quickly, the boy was looking at me from far away, and I drowned as he saw me, I struggle to go out.
About Lyon
In a repressed corner of England, the end of the Victorian era, I lived bound by strict laws imposed by the Catholic parents, no exit, no schools, no freedom. I was seventeen, suffocated. I argued with pain in my stomach to avoid the church's weekly journey, and for the first time you leave me a real window of air. I escaped towards the forest,...Read more