[she leaves the notebook where she found it, herself drifting toward one of the windows to peer outside. the hedge maze extends out to claim much of the view, and with her sharp vision she can swear she sees some heads of hair moving about; she can only hope in her heart that some of those are her dear friends...
we broke the loop. is it true? is that possible? was it ever a loop? was it preordained?
as she moves toward the washroom she finds herself feeling around her collarbone for the chain and the ring looped upon it.
Aniel...you would know, wouldn't you?
she doesn't speak up for a while, but there is the distinct sound of a faucet squeaking and water running, followed by a soft cry of relief before it's eventually shut off.
in something of an uneasy daze, uncertain of whether to be suspicious or elated, she wanders back toward him, reaching to put a hand on Darin's shoulder as she steps in, the other on his head as she leans in.]
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we broke the loop. is it true? is that possible? was it ever a loop? was it preordained?
as she moves toward the washroom she finds herself feeling around her collarbone for the chain and the ring looped upon it.
Aniel...you would know, wouldn't you?
she doesn't speak up for a while, but there is the distinct sound of a faucet squeaking and water running, followed by a soft cry of relief before it's eventually shut off.
in something of an uneasy daze, uncertain of whether to be suspicious or elated, she wanders back toward him, reaching to put a hand on Darin's shoulder as she steps in, the other on his head as she leans in.]
I...I don't know.
It's not blood...