and I can see you starting to break
It was...odd? (No, that wasn't the word she was looking for.)
Weird? (Close, but not quite.)
Maybe there really wasn't a word to describe how she was feeling - warm and alive and breathing - because of just how mixed and jumbled it made her thoughts be. Perhaps this was all just make believe, a figment of the imagination from the last bits of her mind; or maybe this place was the equivalent of Heaven that she had wanted to believe in until the very end.
Raquel really had no clue.
It was beautiful, that much she was certain of, and there were plenty of people coming and going as she took to taking in her surroundings. It would be silly to lose her sense of cool wouldn't it? Because there was no way in the world that someone could be brought back from the brink of death (from death? She honestly could not recall how far gone she had been before waking here).
Large and tropical and only some sort of place that she could have dreamt about. Was there ever a place like this on Filgaia? It was hard to remember. It felt like her head was cloudy and lost and she raises a slightly trembling hand to her mouth, fingers curling at her lips and jaw. It hit her then, - nothing close to what it had ever been before, - a mild case of weak legs and light headedness; the feeling was strong enough to cause her to find the nearest object (a bench, long and made of shiny stone) to sit upon.
It would pass. It always passed.
Weird? (Close, but not quite.)
Maybe there really wasn't a word to describe how she was feeling - warm and alive and breathing - because of just how mixed and jumbled it made her thoughts be. Perhaps this was all just make believe, a figment of the imagination from the last bits of her mind; or maybe this place was the equivalent of Heaven that she had wanted to believe in until the very end.
Raquel really had no clue.
It was beautiful, that much she was certain of, and there were plenty of people coming and going as she took to taking in her surroundings. It would be silly to lose her sense of cool wouldn't it? Because there was no way in the world that someone could be brought back from the brink of death (from death? She honestly could not recall how far gone she had been before waking here).
Large and tropical and only some sort of place that she could have dreamt about. Was there ever a place like this on Filgaia? It was hard to remember. It felt like her head was cloudy and lost and she raises a slightly trembling hand to her mouth, fingers curling at her lips and jaw. It hit her then, - nothing close to what it had ever been before, - a mild case of weak legs and light headedness; the feeling was strong enough to cause her to find the nearest object (a bench, long and made of shiny stone) to sit upon.
It would pass. It always passed.