Year.
I hadn't thought about it much, but looking at the calendar, I've been on this island for a full year as of today. I still don't remember very much; I just have bits and pieces of my life at school. I don't even remember my birthday, or one of my parents.
It continually strikes me as strange how readily I've gotten used to this place; a year ago, I didn't even believe in magic, now it feels more natural to think of it as a normal thing. All the people I've met, here, too...
...if I was given a chance to go back home, I'm not sure if I'd take it or not.
It continually strikes me as strange how readily I've gotten used to this place; a year ago, I didn't even believe in magic, now it feels more natural to think of it as a normal thing. All the people I've met, here, too...
...if I was given a chance to go back home, I'm not sure if I'd take it or not.