Blodwen Rowlands (
white_flowers
) wrote
2006-06-20 08:03 am (UTC)
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She looks past the bird into the darkness of the forest beyond, where she has spent so much time.
That, of course, was before.
The silence has almost developed a weight of its own by the time she speaks again.
"I don't know where to begin. Or how. Or-- or even why I should."
She looks back at Peach.
"Don't you understand? There's nothing. He made me
nothing
."
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That, of course, was before.
The silence has almost developed a weight of its own by the time she speaks again.
"I don't know where to begin. Or how. Or-- or even why I should."
She looks back at Peach.
"Don't you understand? There's nothing. He made me nothing."