[ a young girl, at most nearing eighteen years of life, could be seen beelining away from the semi-crowded stocks of supplies and luxury sweets in a mess. there're cake crumbs in her hair, soot smearing her hands and staining her rear. a wet spot and lingering bits of sundrop stick her dress from the back where she fell on them, face red with embarrassment and eyes stinging with the close temptation to cry. perhaps scream into a pillow more than cry. she just wants to . . . be as far away from civilization as possible. she doesn't actually want to be, but maybe it's for the best. it was ridiculous. into the eerie area of an empty, creaking amusement park, asa finds a quiet, lonely spot to sit herself down and check her coin.
completely empty. the merchant yelling about his disrupted and ruined stand on sundrop cake wouldn't let it go until she did something about her mess. all she did was trip. and fall. and take out an entire stand of food with her. the eyes on her, judgemental and jeering all at once—
not even when she's dead do things change. the girl hangs her head low and stares at her empty lap. broke. no food. no supplies. no friends. ]
It's all the same . . . [ not even when she tries. her eyes swell and burn, so does her nose. she's glad no one is around to hear her breathing squeak and shudder. yoru is there with her, always there. the entity only crosses her arms and tsks at her. yoͦuͧ'́rͬeͤ рⷬaͣᴛⷮhͪeͤᴛⷮiͥcͨ, says her shadow. that wasn't me, but they're right, says yoru. don't you want me to do something about it?
silently, asa just shakes her head. it's not as if anyone would notice. ]
mirthful celebrations (1)!
completely empty. the merchant yelling about his disrupted and ruined stand on sundrop cake wouldn't let it go until she did something about her mess. all she did was trip. and fall. and take out an entire stand of food with her. the eyes on her, judgemental and jeering all at once—
not even when she's dead do things change. the girl hangs her head low and stares at her empty lap. broke. no food. no supplies. no friends. ]
It's all the same . . . [ not even when she tries. her eyes swell and burn, so does her nose. she's glad no one is around to hear her breathing squeak and shudder. yoru is there with her, always there. the entity only crosses her arms and tsks at her. yoͦuͧ'́rͬeͤ рⷬaͣᴛⷮhͪeͤᴛⷮiͥcͨ, says her shadow. that wasn't me, but they're right, says yoru. don't you want me to do something about it?
silently, asa just shakes her head. it's not as if anyone would notice. ]