Oct 7, 2020
the night was dark. the moonlit hallways nonexistent and their steps echoed.
allienor might be tired, but kazimir knows no rest.
the girl wished kazimir would forget it all and forgive, but she knows she does the same. her tears fall once again and yet she walks on, the sketchbook in her hands gripped tight.
in his mind kazimir heard an echo of a song their friend often played with his beloved violin, but he knows the violin was broken, thrown to the ground in a fit of rage alongside their friend who wasn’t there.
maybe it really is time for them to take some rest.
