And then there was a walking plant...
Sometimes when you go far away, your memories and the places you left pieces of your heart go with you. You are never alone. You are never forgotten. You are never cast aside as useless.
Voile lifted her chin to eye the tall building before her. Inside the halls were classrooms, some of which she'd been in herself. Months ago only, except it seemed so much longer than that. Like a dam breaking under the weight of water or shoddy craftsmanship, nostalgia flooded over her, memories of how things had gone, things she'd wanted, her own pains and torments.
And words she'd so desperately wanted to say, but had been arrested by the Monster's eyes that held her in place.
"And sometimes even though these memories guarantee that you are never alone, you still feel lonely," she said aloud, to no one else in particular other than herself.
Voile lifted her chin to eye the tall building before her. Inside the halls were classrooms, some of which she'd been in herself. Months ago only, except it seemed so much longer than that. Like a dam breaking under the weight of water or shoddy craftsmanship, nostalgia flooded over her, memories of how things had gone, things she'd wanted, her own pains and torments.
And words she'd so desperately wanted to say, but had been arrested by the Monster's eyes that held her in place.
"And sometimes even though these memories guarantee that you are never alone, you still feel lonely," she said aloud, to no one else in particular other than herself.