“I’ve been up here before,” Emmet simply said, looking out at the horizon, the wind whipping his hair up behind him. He sat there, knees tucked into his chest, and hunched over to rest his head down with his arms wrapped around him. He just stared out, his eyes glossy and unseeing. He turned around, idly looking over everything, out into every direction other than the two walls that sandwiched the café on two sides by taller buildings. Lila made sure to circle around behind him so she was out of his view. As soon as Emmet turned around to fix his eyes on the roads and hills that led out of town and towards the East, he stopped moving, his eyes wide and ablaze. He reminded Lila of a baby penguin, waddling around and huddling into itself for warmth in the cold, blizzards of the Antarctic. She remembered the old documentaries that she used to watch, and how she desperately wanted to be a nameless, faceless penguin huddled in with a group of loving, warm
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