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Emily, probably themost curious person anyone couldknow, had come across this sanctuary. She looked to the kneeling figure, She sighed.
Her eyes scanned the place, she knelt down, she lit a few candles, and knelt, her hands in her lap and her eyes closed. If only it were that simple...for her to forget. She did ntot feel enlightened, she simply felt somewhat refreshed by the candlesmoke. She ddnt want to forget her past, or her present. The bad things in her life, could only make her stronger..but..she wantedt o forget her hatred..she wanted to forget..well, some things she wanted to forget, would be too much to even put in a post. She looked down to where her heart was torn. Yet there it was. Returned. It was cold, and slightly dirty from the trashcan it was once in. Nothing she could do, it would always return to hurt her.

She gazed up at the window. And remebered the last time she tried to forget..and made things worse.

Emily looked up at death, and made a sigh, folding her arms. "Now how is this a sanctuary with YOU around?" She asked, rather impolitley, tapping her foot.

"Ill tell you something then.,, 'Death', Or whatever, This may be a place of rlease, but trust me, even this dump cant help me. Hell, even that shell of yours tried to help, pulling out my heart as i asked her. Ad its back now, just covered in dirt. So if i tried to release, or escape, this would just get worse, so ill stay in this already worse situation, hoping the next morning, i would be like her, not waking up, or go through it, to have that hope again the next time i go to sleep.

Place of release..heh..im in the house of death, literally."

"Silly girl." Emily sighed. "Like what pain exactly? I simply find it slightly saddening when she thinks she is causing pain, when she thinks she is upsetting people. Its sad, really, But she is praying for nothing, in..well..a very cold house." She sighed, folding her arms from the cold comming through the door.

"If she wants to stop causing pain, maybe she should try and stop being a 'shell' and a 'broken soul' and all these silly little depressive things, and ACTUALLY try and smile with her friends, instead of bringing them down with something along the lines of being in a down mood for thinking she hurt them, which only brings them down.

If shes up, everyone around her is up, which in turn will bring her mood up eventually. Its how things work, even i know that."

She looked about the place, and grinned to herself. "Shame he isnt here.."
Then back at death. "If this is such a sanctuaray for the non religous, why is it such a depressing scene? Darkness, shells, even death herself? I wouldent call this enlightening, to be honest."

"Laughter and light, now where have i heard that before?"
She looked over to the form, and sighed.
"Well it didnt look like she was smiling the last fewyears to me, she hasnt been..'happy' in quite a long time, as far as i saw, maybe she acted different around everyone else, but not to me, i always saw her as acying even a little bit sad. How can i be suppourtive of somnoe who is a..'shell' what could i do? I cant smile and giggle and tell her jokes or chere her up, shes just lying there. I already prey for her, what else do you want?"

Emily slumped down in one of the seats, and put her feet up on the stand for the hymn books

"I have better things to do than sit around you know." Emily sighed,, folding her arms. "This place gives me the creeps, well, you do, but so does this place. Noone can help her huh? And whys that? You know, i bet I could figure out ways to help, butnoone really tells me wnaythingn around here, and ifi ask, not being scared itll hurt somebody, i get riddles."

Emily looked over to the woman, her face expressionless. "Man, what a terrible place. I may not like it, and it may do jack for me, but investigating would be a start."