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pyremaniac[At first, when the camera is turned on, the room looked...dark. The lights were off, the curtains had been drawn--assuming there was any daylight to be seen on the other side--and only a few select candles illuminated the room.]
[The creaking of a chair. A slow, soft hum before the girl began to sing her haunting melody.]
♫ We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow. ♫
♫ A broken heart have I. Oh willow I die, oh willow I die. ♫
[A sad song, by any standards, except...when she finishes, the girl leaned forward. And smiled.]
[The object in her hands was revealed: a piece of paper on which Hazel had sketched a lifelike representation of Frank. The same sketch she had kept in the center of her dresser collection, where other similar drawings had once hung. Now, all torn down. Most likely resulting in the shredded bits of paper scattered across the floor.]
So careless.
You shouldn't leave precious things were...anyone could find them.
[The screen goes dark just as the sounds of paper tearing could be heard....]
[The creaking of a chair. A slow, soft hum before the girl began to sing her haunting melody.]
♫ We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow. ♫
♫ A broken heart have I. Oh willow I die, oh willow I die. ♫
[A sad song, by any standards, except...when she finishes, the girl leaned forward. And smiled.]
[The object in her hands was revealed: a piece of paper on which Hazel had sketched a lifelike representation of Frank. The same sketch she had kept in the center of her dresser collection, where other similar drawings had once hung. Now, all torn down. Most likely resulting in the shredded bits of paper scattered across the floor.]
So careless.
You shouldn't leave precious things were...anyone could find them.
[The screen goes dark just as the sounds of paper tearing could be heard....]
