On The Wings of Fate
*she's appears kneeling on the ground, doubled over and holding an ancient looking camera to her, sobbing*
I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...!
*she doesn't appear to realize that she's somewhere else yet. By her side is a black shoulder bag, seeming full to bursting with books and stones, notes and other papers, as well as, surprisingly enough, an old radio. It's best to just not think about how it all fits in there.
For the record, she hasn't stopped crying yet- it's dwindled down to soft sniffles, and random bursts of sobs, but hasn't completely stopped*
I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...!
*she doesn't appear to realize that she's somewhere else yet. By her side is a black shoulder bag, seeming full to bursting with books and stones, notes and other papers, as well as, surprisingly enough, an old radio. It's best to just not think about how it all fits in there.
For the record, she hasn't stopped crying yet- it's dwindled down to soft sniffles, and random bursts of sobs, but hasn't completely stopped*