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 Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 9:44 am
I CHOOSE CHOICE C IlyraPost 3 HP: 23 HP It was so nice, so relaxing, but then someone was pulling Ilyra out of the water. She frowned as she was spoken to, before the horrible feeling of drowning surrounded her and she was surrounded with blackness. Blinking Ilyra no longer felt like she was drowning, and slowly the world was coming into focus. Before she could take what was happening in she saw her girlfriend, her best friend, alive and in front of her! But what was this? She was talking to someone else, loving someone else? This couldn't be! Ilyra grabbed her, shaking her and forcing the other girl to look at her. Maybe if she just looked at Ilyra in the eyes she would see where she belonged.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 9:50 am
I CHOOSE CHOICE B BriellaPost 3 HP: 25 HP After some time of relaxing Briella got out of the water, feeling better then she had in a long time. She was no longer weary, instead she felt invigorated. At seeing a door she headed towards it, knowing that was the way she needed to go. At opening the door Briella found herself surrounded by everyone she had ever loved. It was wonderful, her daughter and sister and closest sisters were there. However they weren't talking to her, they weren't even looking at her. They were looking at someone new. She frowned for a second, but then moved towards the others. If this person was as awesome as they said she wanted to get to know the person as well.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 10:01 am
I CHOOSE CHOICE C LasarraPost 3 HP: 21 HP She went to work, trying to find a way out, but before she knew it she couldn't control her body. It was if her body was on repeat, doing the same things over and over again. She frowned as slowly she felt more and more drained until the world faded to black and she passed out. Opening her eyes she found herself in her home, her whole family around her. She smiled, maybe her hard work did pay off. But before she could even say anything she realized that they weren't looking at her, they weren't even asking if she was okay. Instead her husband was telling their whole family about a shifter that was in the village. The way he spoke of her... Well it worried Lassaraa. Walking up to her husband she put a hand on his shoulder. "Honey please don't talk about others in front of our girls... And if we're having problems I want you to tell me... I love you..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 10:35 am
I CHOOSE CHOICE A EleinaPost 3 HP: 18 HP Although she relaxed for a while, at least she felt like it was a while, Eleina started feeling a buzzing in her head before someone pulls her from the water. Confused she is about to ask something before the world started to fade and what feels like water fills her lungs. Then before she knew it it was all black, everything was black. After opening her eyes, and blinking a few time to adjust to the light, Eleina found herself in her childhood home filled with everyone she cared about. However they weren't talking to her, they were talking to her cousin. With narrowed eyes Eleina attacked. Her cousin always stole her attention, not this time!
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 11:00 am
I CHOOSE CHOICE B NiadraPost 3 HP: 23 HP It was so nice in the water, but it was becoming too nice and she really wasn't about it anymore. However as she started to think, to think about getting back to Nyiim her brain became foggy. A woman pulls her out of the water, and scolds her. Niadra goes to say something but all of a sudden the world turns black and she feels like she is drowning in the water that was once comforting her. Waking up she was filled with all the people she had traveled with, her boyfriend, and all of her family. She goes to hug Nyiim and realizes that they are all watching someone new dance, and they seemed happier then they ever did watching her. At first she is saddened by this, but then she decides to watch as well. Maybe she could learn a thing or two.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 11:03 am
MosiPost Three
15 HP
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I CHOOSE CHOICE C - - -
Eventually Mosi opened her eyes, surprised to find that she was no longer submerged. Instead, she sat in a shallow depression on the rocky floor of the unfamiliar cave, her clothing completely dry. Silence enveloped her. There was a single door on the wall that hadn't been there before, and she scrambled to her feet and through it as soon as she noticed, anxious to move on.
She had no idea how long the world was dark, but when she could see again, she was surrounded by family, sitting at the dinner table like she'd been there all along.
"You do know that, don't you Mos?" Angul, one of her five older siblings, leaned across the table, waving a dried slab of meat at her for emphasis as he spoke.
Mosi blinked and cleared her throat. "What? What do I know?"
"That you're the reason for it. All of this. That we were never a complete family until you were born and we're all so proud of you."
The words were strange coming from Angul, but she relished them anyway. They made her warm and happy, especially when the rest of her brothers and sisters smiled and nodded proudly.
But the warm feelings weren't meant to last. Her parents entered the room, or rather they just... appeared seconds after Angul went silent, her father grinning proudly and her mother heavily pregnant.
"I think your new brother will bring us even greater joy and prosperity."
Voices rang out in agreement, her family's attention shifting from her toward the child who hadn't even been born. She grabbed Jal's arm as he turned, stomach dropping like a stone at the look in his eyes. It was polite yet vacant, as though he was looking at a stranger. The pair of them were usually thick as thieves.
"Jal! Why are you doing this! Why is he so important!"
He shrugged. "Why were you?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 11:44 am
Aylin Post 3 - Choice B HP: 11 I CHOOSE CHOICE B She made her way through these woods cautiously, one foot in front of another, when suddenly the unfamiliar land took the shape of the lightning-scarred grove she knew so well from her lessons. She centered herself in the clearing and began practicing the lightning spells Biroki had shown her. She felt chagrin at this work, it was the magic that brought forth destruction- death, but it had to be done.
Aylin was determined to master these spells so that she wouldn’t be afraid anymore, afraid of her own abilities, afraid of hurting others, afraid of accepting who she was becoming. She worked the spell over and over, to varying degrees of success and failure, her strength sapped by the destructive magic, her arms and legs weighed down as though the earth itself was trying to ground her energy. She felt exhausted, she needed to rest, but couldn’t stop practicing- she had to perfect this- until the world around her went black with fatigue.
She awoke to the bright, clean light of morning and a haze of confusion. She felt as though she were home- not in Ast though- the home of her childhood. As she sat up from bed and walked through this familiar place she started to hear voices of those she knew and love. She descended from her childhood tree house to the village square of Ast and felt tears of joy p***k at her eyes at the sight of her parents, her friends- all those she had thought lost- mingling with the residents of Ast, her parents were in an enthusiastic exchange with Biroki and Reshel before catching sight of her and turning. She felt their love through and through- words of encouragement and support filling her with warmth and reassurance.
Then slowly and all of a sudden there was a shift in the conversation, in their attention turning away to some vague, shadowy figure who had entered the square. Aylin felt a confused panic set in, she couldn’t lose them, not again; she made her way with the crowd, determined to make the best of this situation. Maybe this new person had something to teach her, this must be someone she could learn from so she would be worthy of their love again. She would do anything and everything she could to make sure she didn’t lose anyone else.[Words: 393]
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 12:41 pm
I CHOOSE CHOICE C Xilarn
Post: 3
HP: 23This was surely the longest day-night sequence of strange events that had ever occurred. Hours one place and hours in the next with absolutely no distinguishing characteristics that time was even passing. Just endless drifting through the water's warm embrace, steam coiling thickly into the air overhead, and the vague scent of bathing oils...
The most alarming thing was that Xilarn had no earthly idea where this place even was. It wasn't near his home. It probably didn't matter. But his mind kept drifting back to it. He'd been there at some previous point that felt like forever ago. And he probably should still be there. Though, it wasn't really hurting anything to not be. The house would likely still be in place when he did get around to returning to it. Perhaps in just another few minutes...
He lazily twisted through the water, languidly dipped beneath the surface because he could, and on reemergence-
A woman.
Xilarn lurched up straight and away. "Gods' hell, woman! You might've said something, Janel-" He squinted at her. And came to the belated conclusion that she was not familiar. She spoke like she should've been, though, quietly scolding and reaching. He should know better than what? "Lady, I don't even know who you- Kindly don't touch-" Before he had a chance to fully articulate his complaints, the world was hazing over. If he thought air was heavy before, it was nothing compared to the all-consuming, suffocating notion that he was attempting (and failing) to breathe through water. The world blackened.
And then, in the fashion befitting the 'norm' for this realm, it wasn't. It was bright, near painfully so, and Xil squinted and scrubbed at his eyes to dissuade little splodges of distorted color from swimming across his vision. Once satisfied that he wouldn't be needlessly blinded, Xilarn squinted back at the world. He was met with others. All familiar, all weirdly happy.
All out of place.
It was hard to piece most of these people being here at all, let alone actually together and enjoying themselves. Though, maybe that didn't merit questioning. It was what it was, and if they were content, he should be too. So Xilarn relaxed and reached on impulse toward the familiar dark-skinned and dark-haired figure of his lover.
No sooner had he done as much that the focus of the room shifted. To be frank, he didn't much care who they talked about or doted on. His son, his cousins, and his friends had lives and people of their own to tend to. It didn't exactly strike him as strange that they'd know and appreciate people he didn't.
There was, however, one person in particular that he didn't exactly want giving his attention to anyone else. "Kennet," Xil murmured, dragging his fingers down the length of the other man's arm and threading their fingers together. He gave a tug. "We're leaving."
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 1:35 pm
I CHOOSE CHOICE C || Jakkoa ღ ❅
|| Post: 3
|| HP: 11Jakkoa frowned. Dizzy. Disoriented. He raised a hand over his eyes as blackness faded and his vision adjusted to his new surroundings.
Sauti, it seemed. His homeland on a warm day in spring where even its usually desolate landscape managed to look more alive with life than usual. And he was not alone. How he’d come to be where he was seemed to matter decidedly less as the details sank in, for not only was he not alone, but he was surrounded: his father, his birth mother, his siblings Alise, Amarda, and Jorah. Even his uncles and a number of friends that he had met in their travels were there, all of their attention focused on him. The hubbub of their voices and affection felt like a blanket. A cocoon of positive energy for him, around him.
“You look so well, Jak,” his mother said, touching fingers to his chin as she looked him over and smiled. “You’ll be a grown man before I know it.”
At his side, his father’s hand landed on his shoulder, gripping encouragingly. At his feet, Jorah’s arms wound around one of his legs, holding tight in a clinging hug as he beamed up at him. “Jaaak, you came back!”
“We missed you,” Alise said, and beside her, Amarda nodded vigorously.
“Don’t leeaave us, or we’ll be lonely. You’re our favorite.”
Favorite of ‘what’ didn’t seem to matter much in the moment, because Jakkoa had everything he could care to want from the most important people in his life and that was how it ought to be and should have stayed. Except that it didn’t. There was a moment of murky uncertainty filled with all the vagary that could come with dreams such that, when someone else approached, changing the atmosphere of everything, Jak couldn’t have said exactly who they were.
His step-mother, perhaps, except not entirely. Another sibling, except also somehow not that either, and more distant. Someone, though, who immediately took the attention of everyone around him. Everyone who ought to have been paying only him mind. These were his friends. His family. His—
Jak felt a rough piercing of jealousy. Hurt. Anger. It wasn’t fair.
“Her teeth will probably rot and fall out before she’s forty.”
Jak’s gaze snapped sidelong at the voice to—Teya. She looked exactly as she did last he’d seen her, standing there with the evening sun filtering through her darker, messy blonde hair, and something in his posture relaxed, even if the overall jealousy still boiled beneath his skin like a cancer. “She’s probably already plucking out gray hairs in the morning like a ritual.”
“Ow, ow, ow—” Teya mimicked, making a scene of plucking imagined gray hairs from her scalp, and the corner of Jak’s mouth edged up with bitter amusement.
“Oh no,” he mock sing-songed, “at this rate I’ll be balding myself soon! And what will I do with my life then? When I’m talentless and ugly…”
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 2:05 pm
I CHOOSE CHOICE A Akiyal
Post: 3
HP: 11Akiyal could not even begin to fathom where he was, or why he was here, or most importantly, where everyone else was. All he knew was how decidedly not interested he was in being anywhere devoid of life. Especially since the entirety of the place was unfamiliar to start with. he got out of the water, and resumed his near-frantic running, as though fleeing from something horrific and terrible.
Which he was, Aki told himself as he took off toward the treeline. Being a lost boy was great and horrible. What else was he supposed to do if not immediately and irrationally try to become un-lost?
He didn't know how long he ran, or what direction he moved in, or even if he was getting closer to anything. Despite the first unwelcome sensations of fatigue setting in, this persistently spurred Akiyal on. He was not going to stay here. If it killed him, he would not stay here indefinitely. A whisper in his mind hissed, 'That's enough. Stop. Rest. Food.' He was tired, achy, and panting. It progressively worsened. Dizziness set in, and Aki clenched his eyes and shook his head to clear it. By the time his lashes flicked by up, he was only vaguely aware of the stall in his steps and the fact that he still couldn't see.
He did not remember hitting the ground at all.
But that was where he awoke. Alert, still in blackness, and his heart sped to match the erratic nature of his thoughts. "Akiyal?" His head swiveled toward the sound and was met with harsh light. "He-eeeeey, bu-uuuuuddy." The voice sounded playfully amused, tripping over syllables with a tone befitting that of speaking to a young child. Fingers tousled his hair, and Aki squinted in the direction of their origin.
"Kan?" He croaked as his eyes adjusted and reached for the hand that made to help him up.
"'Sa weird place for a nap, friend," The older boy informed him, giving Aki a 'helpful' dusting off. "You might have just slept the day away, y'know. That wouldn'ta been worth much, I think."
He was back in his home. Somehow. The why didn't matter so much. All he knew was how immensely grateful for it he was. Pleased by that and the filtered sound of voices from the other room. Not alone. Kan grinned, took his arm, and tugged him out. This was a good place to be. His parents were here. His friends. His friends' parents. It might have been a party. A party for him for some achievement he didn't know he'd accomplished. Most fired sailscale wings eaten in half a minute. Or longest ride on a wild, bucking aldabuk. Yeah, that. That was fairly exciting.
Aki beamed, basked, flicked his hand at them to wave the commentary away. "Ah, it was nothing. Anyone could do it. Easy as a spring morning, if I'm being honest." That was all the incentive anyone needed. As if taking his words to heart, they backed off. The conversation turned away from him, toward someone else with an unfamiliar name and unfamiliar story and apparently even greater accomplishments than his own.
Worse, the affection thief seemed to be here in person, though Aki couldn't imagine why he'd allow anyone of the sort in his house. The faded hiss of words 'new son' 'better than Akiyal' 'actually related to me' filtered through the air, and the Wind boy bristled immediately.
This was unacceptable.
He was not about to be left behind again. He was not about to be forgotten or spurned, and he absolutely would not tolerate this injustice without a fight. Aki lurched away from his friend, shoving by the other people until he could meet the unfamiliar stranger dead-on. And why stop there? He slammed his weight forward, catching and dragging at the intruder until the pair of them crashed to the floor. There were startled gasps behind him. Angry-sounding admonishments of, "Akiyal, stop," in that gratingly familiar tone his father took with him when he was displeased. But since no one was physically trying to stop him, they couldn't be too upset. They would forgive him.
So he punched and punched and kept punching until there was blood on his hands.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 2:15 pm
I CHOOSE CHOICE A || Naqenni ❋
|| Post: 3
|| HP: 11Naqenni grimaced as sudden light struck her eyes after blackness. She had been doing something—hadn’t she? Something important? She couldn’t recall now, frustratingly, but at least it seemed to matter a little less as she realized where she was now, back home in sanctity of her village, and everyone was there. Her caretaker mothers Izari and Kasama, of course, but also Ai, Zandala, Lumikani, Ku, Ceylinae—the entire tribe and all her younger sisters, too. At her back was Elzira, and all of the positive focus of the village was on her.
She had done something great. Achieved something. Beaten something. Won something. Or perhaps, they just loved her because she was. It was what she’d always wanted from them. That deeper level of respect and adoration that she seemed ever short of actually attaining, but here it was.
And then someone stole it.
In the haze of the dreamstate it wasn’t clear who, exactly, only that the change was immediate, sharp, unwanted and unjustified. It didn’t matter who they were, some sister of hers taking everything she deserved out from under her when they hadn’t earned it. She moved without a moment’s hesitation, because really, there wasn’t any answer besides this. Even if she wasn’t as physically strong as Ceylinae or as wild as Ku, some things could only properly be addressed in one fashion.
The moment she made it up to the other girl — the interloper, the impostor taking her glory — she dug her fingers into her hair, yanking to force her around, and before she even finished screaming her initial objection, Naqenni was breaking a fist in her face.
Everything from there, of course, descended rapidly into chaos.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 5:25 pm
Draven
HP: 16
post: 3
I CHOOSE CHOICE B
Well.. His last reaction hadn't been the smartest as his body ached from leaving the hot sprint too soon. Whelp, he would feel that one. Shaking his head the blackness came and went before things changed once again. The hot spring gone and now voices invaded his dreams. Righting himself upon his feet, Draven looked around at the crowd, small as it was. He had so few friends and little that he could call family.
Puzzled he moved closer to see why they ignored him, perhaps that found someone to be friends with, someone new? Jealous, an emotion he hadn't really felt in ages, swept over him before thinking that maybe, just maybe. He could become their friend too? As much as he just wanted to turn and run in hurt. This seemed the better idea.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 6:29 pm
I CHOOSE CHOICE B || Damissan ❂
|| Post: 3
|| HP: 20The waters relaxed him, easing away his tensions, and as he suspected, after allowing himself that bit of rest, Damis felt more alert and ready to move on again. Thus, rested, he made his way out of the water in readiness to progress forward. The door was unexpected—or, rather, normally it would have been. In the state he was, however, it instead seemed only natural, and instinct guided him to take it, somehow innately knowing that this was the way forward.
The world beyond was black.
Swallowed by darkness, Damis hesitated, but before he could rethink his actions, the scene changed. Light struck his eyes and he squinted, shielding them as they adjusted and lowering his hand again only as things came into focus: he was in his home in Sulburi, the great ballroom reserved generally for hosting parties alit with light, gold and red, and his family was there. His friends. And several temporary, past lovers.
The atmosphere, though, as somehow flawless despite the conflicts that might have arisen under normal circumstances, were all these people to share a room at once. Instead of that, as soon as he had his wits about him, it seemed clear he was the source of all their focus: his parents congratulating him, his friends encouraging him, and there was an arm winding loosely about his waist from one side, and then the other, followed by a teasing kiss to the cheek and a warm murmur of something in his ear on the opposite side.
It seemed hard to imagine better, really, and this Damis could have engaged in all day.
Except that, unfortunately, it was apparently short-lived. No sooner had he truly begun to appreciate the situation and engage with them — “Yes, I actually intend to travel to all the nations. It is fairly impressive isn’t it? But I will be careful, don’t worry, and I won’t forget any of you.” — someone else entered the room. Another noble like himself, but somehow effortlessly engaging, enough so that, almost before he realized what was happening, the attention of everyone in the room had shifted, leaving Damis adrift, and abruptly, starkly alone in a room full of the people closest to him.
There was a cold, lurching tug in his gut. A sudden, aching loneliness as fierce as it was unexpected—but he drew a breath, frowning and taking pause as he listened. It wasn’t really possible that he could be replaced that easily. That was silliness. This was his family, his space, and perhaps there was something to this newcomer, but not enough to be intimidated by. Thus, after taming his gut reaction, Damis listened a moment, trying to catch on to what this man had to say, and then put on his best smile, and stepped in to join the crowd.
He would win back the affections of those that mattered, but first and in the meantime, it couldn’t hurt to learn a little about the competition—and perhaps even make an interesting acquaintance in the process.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 7:10 pm
I CHOOSE CHOICE B Kian - Post 3 - 16 HP
He couldn't stop moving. Kian grimaced as he struggled against his own body. It was the worse sensation in the world for someone who despised being controlled to be forced around like some puppet...finally, Kian just closed his eyes and let the air out of his exhausted lungs.
Darkness took over once more...
He woke up to an impossible sight. There was no way that she should be here. His heart ached at the sight of his twin and then to watch as she seemingly glanced past him towards someone else...his stomach knotted. It was a sick feeling to be abandoned like this. Had she forgotten him already since they had been apart for so long? He was her past, something she probably had shoved behind her long ago...Kian wanted to disappear into the wall and get away from here. Being rejected by his own twin had destroyed any urge to fight...and should someone make her happy, then he refused to destroy her happiness.
Still was it right for her to turn away so easily? Hadn't they shared so many memories and tears together? He was her other half and they were always supposed to have each other. Their reunion was supposed to be different from this. What had distracted his twin from him?
Could this new person prove worthy enough to protect his sister? Brow furrowing Kian moved towards the shadows so he could try to figure out more of the situation. He would see if there truly was someone worth friendship, or even trust in his sister's protection.
Even if it were a dream something felt too real to ignore.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 7:11 pm
I CHOOSE CHOICE C || Lenila ▼
|| Post: 3
|| HP: 13Len didn’t want to leave. It didn’t seem to matter much how long she’d been wherever she was because where else did she need to be, really? It was comfortable here. Peaceful. Safe. Relaxing. She could have stayed forever, and might have, if it hadn’t been for a niggling, unwelcome voice in the back of her mind. She attempted to hush it and ignore it. She had no intentions of moving, thank you very much.
But then someone gripped her, dragging her up.
She yelped, scurrying and coughing as she glanced over at—the stranger. It was a complete stranger, and she puffed. “Oooiii, there’s plenty o’ room,” she said. “Ya could have joined me or over there in a space your own, don’t need t’ pull me out.” She squinted. “Know better…? Than wha—?”
But the world was swirling away again. She couldn’t see, and then she couldn’t breathe. Len gave a frustrated squawk of objection, squeezing her eyes shut. This was the most stubborn dream she’d had in an age and a half! Thankfully, light did eventually return, and it wasn’t her waking up, either. She gave a puff of a sigh, disappointed that the spring seemed indeed to be very gone. This, though…
She glanced about. Was it the orphanage? It felt almost like that, but even more hers somehow. Her actual home, if she’d had one, and there was her mother—and her father, and a little brother! Despite never having being told a thing about him, in this moment Len still knew with absolute certainty it was him. This was her family, and immediately upon gaining her bearings, she gave an excited squeak of enthusiasm and dashed forward, running for them. Her mother caught her with open arms, laughing, and in a moment, her father was behind her, too and her little brother at her side so they were all enveloped in the cocoon of a hug.
“Oh, sweetheart, what took you so long? We’ve all been waiting. But now that you’re here, we can all be a family again, isn’t that wonderful?”
Len opened her mouth, but couldn’t seem even to manage a verbal answer, too much lodged in her throat at once. So instead, she squeezed her eyes shut, rapidly nodding her head and burying her face forward against her mother, and nothing before that point seemed to matter so much as this. This was what she wanted. Perhaps she’d never have to move again. But then something changed. Her father’s warmth backed away from behind her, and then her mother, too, murmuring something about, “Oh, there she is!” and when Len looked, their focus was on a new girl she’d never seen before.
She didn’t understand how she’d gotten there or even when or who she was, only that she was prettier than her and somehow positively sweeter, and smarter too and—now her father was sweeping that girl up and discussing the fact that well, since Len had taken so long to get there after all, perhaps she wasn’t as ready as they thought to fully join the family. And something in her cracked. The hope and happiness of moments before fractured, replaced instead with deeply seated fears. She had known this to be true all along: her family didn’t really want her. There was no one out there that did. Not like that. Not for ‘forever.’ That was something for other children, but not her.
Just looking at that girl made it clear she was the sort who did get those kinds of things, though. She deserved them, and was probably a wonderful person, for people to love her so quickly and easily, and perhaps Len should have approached again. Part of her wanted to, to just beg to be a part of that, even if not the main part. But that seemed wrong, somehow, and selfish when they were so much happier without her, and though she tried to convince her legs to move, they didn’t seem to have the strength.
Instead they quivered, and then lost strength, and let her sink to floor, where she coiled in on herself, burying her first whimpered tears against her knees. “I wanna wake up,” she blurted to anyone who would listen, if there was anyone there at all. “I don’ like this dream no more and I don’ wanna be alone, an’ it’s selfish o’ me, but I don’t I don’t, I just—” She sniffled, pinching her arms tighter around her knees, “—I just wanna be a part of it, tha’s all…just a part…don’ wanna be forgotten…”
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