She stood at the window, scarred hand outstreatched to
hold the thick leaves of ivy back. The moonlight bathes her pale skin with
radience dulled by city lights. With a soft sigh, she tucks the ivy back in
place, where it will block out all light when the sun rises. Silently, her feet
carry her to the nest of pillows and blankets she brought with her. Settling
into it, she pulls out her journal. Pages rustle softly as the small book is
opened, and she puts pen to paper.
Dawn is nearing, and I will need to rest soon.
I do not know what to do...it seems as if my love only brings strife...
My koibito went after my brother for telling me of the option to die in order to
be reborn as I was...and Mondo got upset about it as well...I simply do not know
what to do...
I have been searching for alternatives...as I know HLM, Klork and Mitch have,
demo, I have had no luck...and as far as I know...no one else has
either...gods...
I just felt as if I needed to leave for a little while...it seems as if my
presence would simply make everything worse...
This is one of the times I wish I was never born to cause so much heart ache...I
love them all so much...and nothing but pain is inflicted upon them...
Pale green eyes grow heavey as the pen slows on the paper.
There must be a way to remedy this...if only I knew what...
Muscles relax as she drops into the slumber of the dead. The pen drops to the
blanket draped over her legs, bounces softly off of the fabric and clatters
gently to the floor, rolling to a stop under the window.
The sky outside is bathed with gentle reds and pinks. It is bathed in light as
the sun makes its grand entrance. The soft warmth carressing the vines
protecting the one slumbering in the dark of the dusty old building.