[SWE] The Festival of Lights

RexannA your battle-worn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore that you are ruined Rexanna wasn’t sure how she ended up here, all she knew was that she was here. It had already grown dark, she began to notice the lights. Like a moth to flame, she moved toward them, focusing only on them like a dog with a bone – but what they were, were something she didn’t understand. She followed the string of the lanterns toward where she could spot a bonfire and a group of people, as well as others that had begun to join in on the festivities, and Rexanna looked to them and the lantern in hand. She spotted many faces she didn’t know, but she did end up landing eyes on Remi and immediately looking away. Instead, she focused hard on the lantern to her right – painstakingly crafted with paper and designs that Rexanna’s inner art lover adored. She was fearful to look up, to spot Remi in case she’d ruin this for him too. So she remained, still by the lantern, bobbing back and forth along a phantom wind, afraid to look up and join in. She stood by the lantern trying to figure out what it could mean and why today had been the day where they all gathered to show them. Had she looked up, she might have noticed others uncertain in the lanterns as well – except for those around the fire still creating them, and had she looked around she might have seen there were others she could talk to in avoiding Remi as well. But it was better this way, punishing herself for mistakes she couldn’t have possibly known about otherwise. She was always better at blaming herself than those that truly deserved it. So she waited, brooding and relatively calm, looking at one lantern and the next beside it, and simply doing her best to enjoy herself and the wonders of this new world. AND YOU WONDER WHY HE LETS YOU — THE BUTCHER TOUCH HIM — THE SUN

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