Post by Jacqueline Prideux on Jul 19, 2008 20:45:23 GMT
_tags ; open
_rating ; warning
_status ; unfinished
It was days like this that Adelina still had to remind herself to breathe. It had been two entire months, actually more, since... She didn't even want to think about it anymore. Her life had been shut down for too long. How did it work anyway. How did one person get so down they just didn't want to function anymore. This wasn't her, this couldn't be. She was the girl that was always happy. Always. Nothing she ever did could make her down in the dumps. But... this wasn't something she had done. This was something someone else had done. But it was still her fault. All sorts of thought were running through Adelina's head. One's she wished she could stop. It wasn't fair her being here by herself.
"Dean. I know you can't hear me. But you're a bastard. I hope you know that," Adelina said with her face pointed towards the sky. He had been taken from her. She wished he never would have listened to her idealism. Her thought that if people just stopped fighting, maybe... just maybe the world could get along.
