⊹ 《THAT NIGHT》
It was raining on her way back.
Kiaravell welcomed the cold wetness soaking through her clothes. Something else to feel besides the numbness. Her legs dragged themselves by sheer habit, it seemed. For everything else felt dead to her. She thought of her brother, of how happy he was to see her. Of how sad he was when they took him away and, once again, she did nothing but watch. Kiaravell lost her footing then, steadying herself against a wall as the world around her blurred. Two droplets fell, clearing her vision. "Strange..." Kiaravell brought a hand up to catch the tears running down her cheeks.
"It's been so long."
