#im....im sad..

She stands outside the others door, hesitating to knock. Tears grace her porcelain features as she sniffs gently. Soot engulfs her features, painting a picture of pure DISASTER. The stench of death was evident and Sora felt a guilt at the bottom of her gut. Rough hands knock gently, her voice oddly soft. “It’s me, Sora....Eunbyul....are you awake?” She needed her, because few made Sora laugh like she did. But Sora felt like crying, she’d tried...but it just wasn’t enough, not enough to save a life.