#evoc

@doc-hudson

Evangeline had been at Pixie’s with Ashleigh and Anna and a few other people for her “birthday”--she had tried alcohol and danced the night away with everyone. It had been fun, but every time someone wished her happy birthday, she wanted to say it wasn’t her birthday.

Because it wasn’t.

Evangeline hadn’t been born. According to Google, she had been created from light compressing in on itself into something called fission. She didn’t even understand how she’d been created. And she didn’t understand how she’d fallen either. Or how to get back. It had been a year. A year, unable to help Mr. Davies. Or anyone else, really.

And Evangeline was still here.

Eventually, at some point in the night, she broke away from her friends and tripped out onto the sidewalk. It was cold. She could see her breath. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she walked along the road until she came to the park. There, she walked, until she didn’t want to walk anymore, and then she lay down in the middle of the path--there was no one else around after all, looking at the stars above.

Swynlake was nice at night. The streetlamps, especially in the park, were shielded downwards, so you could see the night sky. She reached up with a drunk hand, like she could grasp her sisters in her hand. But, she couldn’t do that. They were far, far away. Trillions of kilometers. Evy didn’t even know what trillions were.

Her hand fell back into her lap and she lifted her head. There was a man approaching down the path.

“Hi!” Evy said, slightly less chipper than her usual voice, though still warm. “Am I blocking you? Sorry.”

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