| She chuckles softly. |
Divinity. The divine.
Aeons are more concepts of their paths than actual gods.
That's even worse.
Imagine being smote by an idea.
But good. Hold onto her.
Every single memory you have and I promise.
The nihility will never touch them.
| Acheron smiles. For the first time in a long while. Its a gentle smile. |
But you aren't afflicted by it.
You still remember that lingering impact of her.
Her voice. Her memories no doubt.
Preservation favors you.
Her memory will remain.
| She looks forward. |
I don't remember who told me this, but. . .
Every person you meet, becomes apart of you.
The deeper their meaning runs, the more they are always lingering within.
. . . You missing her, is her being apart of you too.
| She doesn't try to relate. Not out of rudeness or uninterest. She just. . . doesn't understand the feeling as it had been so long. |
And what made it become home? People? The general feeling of it?
| It was always hard to tell when she was focused, not distracted. Yet if the other looked. They could see how attenuative she was. |
The beginning. I will hear it all.
Good and bad.
But it still happened.
Regardless if I meant to or not.
My track record or as I've been told continues.
Every time I'm around someone.
I make them uncomfortable.
Disturbed.
Sad.
It seems to be the one thing I'm good at.
