❝ Alone in this fight with herself and the fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down ❞
WHO: Impulse/Bart Allen [speedintraining], Shiho Matsuri [toseethesky]
WHAT: It's about time someone found Matsuri! And... Well, Bart is probably as good as any.
WHERE: The abandoned Church.
WHEN: After sundown!
There was something strangely serene about the old church. It reminded her of home, reminded her of the peaceful city she'd enjoyed being a part of. The pews were dusty, the carpet was covered in debris from broken windows, a corner of the ceiling where it had caved in and various other pieces of mess that were all over from whatever had happened to the old building in the past. It was sad, in a way, to see a building like this in such shape.
Matsuri sighed quietly to herself, sitting in one of the pews closer to the front of the church with her knees bent up to her chest, and a thin blanket pulled around herself. She'd acquired a mug of hot tea from somewhere, nursing it gently between her hands, enjoying the warmth it gave off.
Maybe this was all better. It wasn't like Yorito could accidentally run into her here, could he? She doubted it. It was better this way. Better if they stayed apart. For him, for Aono -- ...But maybe not so much for her. She sighed heavily, lifting the mug to her lips to take a small sip before she stared down at the liquid.
"Where is here anyways..?" She mumbled, quietly to herself before she lifted her head to look up at the front of the church before her.
WHAT: It's about time someone found Matsuri! And... Well, Bart is probably as good as any.
WHERE: The abandoned Church.
WHEN: After sundown!
There was something strangely serene about the old church. It reminded her of home, reminded her of the peaceful city she'd enjoyed being a part of. The pews were dusty, the carpet was covered in debris from broken windows, a corner of the ceiling where it had caved in and various other pieces of mess that were all over from whatever had happened to the old building in the past. It was sad, in a way, to see a building like this in such shape.
Matsuri sighed quietly to herself, sitting in one of the pews closer to the front of the church with her knees bent up to her chest, and a thin blanket pulled around herself. She'd acquired a mug of hot tea from somewhere, nursing it gently between her hands, enjoying the warmth it gave off.
Maybe this was all better. It wasn't like Yorito could accidentally run into her here, could he? She doubted it. It was better this way. Better if they stayed apart. For him, for Aono -- ...But maybe not so much for her. She sighed heavily, lifting the mug to her lips to take a small sip before she stared down at the liquid.
"Where is here anyways..?" She mumbled, quietly to herself before she lifted her head to look up at the front of the church before her.