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She found a tree for herself, a scrawny and withered thing that could barely support her weight, and leaned against it. Hands behind her back, pressing against the bark. The physical sensation became an anchor as memories rose like a storm surge, threatening to sweep her away. The Flood always had that effect on her, even when she pretended that it was all in the past.
Would it ever truly be, though? That kind of storm, that kind of love... it was the kind that etched marks to the very bone, changing you forever. What would she be now, if she had stopped to look more closely at those two-toned eyes, and forgotten all about oceans, whiskey and tobacco smoke?
"I wish I learned more from that wedding," she replied softly. "I was there, in the audience. I saw you kiss him. Saw the mess he made of things, and I should have known that it was not what I wanted for myself. For a while I did resist it. But..." Her eyes dropped to the ground, where they engrossed themselves in the scrutiny of mud-soaked boots and the water-logged fabric of her clothes. Dark and tattered, all rough wool and leather - such a far cry from the delicate white linens she had once been partial to. A reflection of the jagged person she had become on the inside.
"But," she continued, "somewhere along the way, I convinced myself that he needed me. He kept coming back, and... when he did, I thought that what he offered was love." She dragged a hand through the white hair, shuddering at the memory of how it had felt to have someone else do the same. "Maybe it was, in his own way, but... not the sort I wanted. That's why it didn't work." The reason for their row, the split, the aching hole in her chest that she sought to fill with something, anything. Desperately enough to run headlong into danger, just to prove that she was someone without him.
She never realized that it would affect so many. Her death. In the grand scheme of things... wasn't it terribly insignificant?
"I should have gone with you," she admitted. "Maybe if I had, I would still be alive. Not... this. Whatever this is." Ghost, specter, haunted doll cursed with too many emotions - whatever it was, she never felt she could make a claim to be truly alive.
Would it ever truly be, though? That kind of storm, that kind of love... it was the kind that etched marks to the very bone, changing you forever. What would she be now, if she had stopped to look more closely at those two-toned eyes, and forgotten all about oceans, whiskey and tobacco smoke?
"I wish I learned more from that wedding," she replied softly. "I was there, in the audience. I saw you kiss him. Saw the mess he made of things, and I should have known that it was not what I wanted for myself. For a while I did resist it. But..." Her eyes dropped to the ground, where they engrossed themselves in the scrutiny of mud-soaked boots and the water-logged fabric of her clothes. Dark and tattered, all rough wool and leather - such a far cry from the delicate white linens she had once been partial to. A reflection of the jagged person she had become on the inside.
"But," she continued, "somewhere along the way, I convinced myself that he needed me. He kept coming back, and... when he did, I thought that what he offered was love." She dragged a hand through the white hair, shuddering at the memory of how it had felt to have someone else do the same. "Maybe it was, in his own way, but... not the sort I wanted. That's why it didn't work." The reason for their row, the split, the aching hole in her chest that she sought to fill with something, anything. Desperately enough to run headlong into danger, just to prove that she was someone without him.
She never realized that it would affect so many. Her death. In the grand scheme of things... wasn't it terribly insignificant?
"I should have gone with you," she admitted. "Maybe if I had, I would still be alive. Not... this. Whatever this is." Ghost, specter, haunted doll cursed with too many emotions - whatever it was, she never felt she could make a claim to be truly alive.
Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
