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entranceway2013-08-16 11:15 pm
screeee) wrote in entranceway2013-08-16 11:15 pm
--2 [text] It's Safe To Say It's Lonely Now
[It's been weeks since she left. Since she went away. since she let her go
She fled to land, crawled ashore, hid in this great big house (right-side-up, and not as big as home), and stopped. Sitting in her new home, her smaller home, in a room that was dank and musty like the one she grew up in, lined with drawings from her Sisters... old and new,living and eaten...
The drawings were not perfect. But they were enough to help her remember the girls they imitated. Her memory didn't always work right, so any reminder was good, even if there was an undercurrent of wrong to it.
The reminders were good. Her memory wasn't, so the reminders were good. But they weren't. They made her think, about them, about her, about him... And she wonders.
Was it worth that burst of happiness from her Little Sister, when she took her father's hand and followed him away?
no. it wasn't.
she missed her.]
[It's late on the first day, when a plain text post appears on the network, with hardly anything to identify who it was from:]
How do you live without your Sisters?
[ (This version of her has also had had the time and calm to figure out the shift key.) ]
She fled to land, crawled ashore, hid in this great big house (right-side-up, and not as big as home), and stopped. Sitting in her new home, her smaller home, in a room that was dank and musty like the one she grew up in, lined with drawings from her Sisters... old and new,
The drawings were not perfect. But they were enough to help her remember the girls they imitated. Her memory didn't always work right, so any reminder was good, even if there was an undercurrent of wrong to it.
The reminders were good. Her memory wasn't, so the reminders were good. But they weren't. They made her think, about them, about her, about him... And she wonders.
Was it worth that burst of happiness from her Little Sister, when she took her father's hand and followed him away?
no. it wasn't.
she missed her.]
[It's late on the first day, when a plain text post appears on the network, with hardly anything to identify who it was from:]
How do you live without your Sisters?
[ (This version of her has also had had the time and calm to figure out the shift key.) ]
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[Well hey she's not sad anymore.]
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[ there is not an ounce of sympathy or sorrow in his voice. it sounds cold and cruel instead. ]
Did I go'n make you angry.
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[And so on, as she smashes her communicator into the desk.
So that's a yes.]
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