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              ❛  I cannot undo what has been done nor could I come back in time to prevent any of this happening. I didn’t want it, neither did you. I forgot about it and moved on, so should you.  ❜

          there was a slight   L I E   in her words, yet her   P R I D E   lays in her voice  ( with no shattering tone, not a single hesitation in her sentence. but she could never forget what happened, neither could she ever forgive her father for what has happened. she sucked it all in, smiling through the pain that had been inside of her for the past eighteen years of her life. )  she can’t undo what her father as done; she can’t un-sing a song that her mother has sung. and the saddest thing about it all, was that he couldn’t even dare look at her right in her eyes telling her how sorry he should have felt.

          but now look where she stands  ——  before an old acquaintance. they’ve met before, she could never forget his looks. they experienced the same trauma ; watching a person that matters a ton in their lives disappear before their own eyes. she saw him there, back then. he was horrified just like she was. she sighs softly, brows knitting together, she speaks truthfully.

              ❛  I’m sorry for what happened. We lost a lot of people,  INCLUDING ME.  people that meant a lot to us, and now gone like dust. life is PRECIOUS, I know. I ask you not to keep the grudge on me, nor of my company.  ❜

‘ Think I'll go where it suits me Moving out to the country With everyone, oh, everyone Before we all become one. ’

        & then came the silence of the night. Burning village, moon hidden by the night sky; White Fang destroying the Schnee Corporation along with the villagers. Indeed, in her eyes, it was magical to see it go down in destruction. Alas, it was only a memory. One big memory that made it up in the history books. That one destruction that became famous but also a tactic she managed to succeed. Though, upon leaving the area –– her eyes laid on the male. Could it be another civilian having to SURVIVE a traumatic event in the past? & thus, she walks faintly over his direction; getting a hang of his figure but wasn’t able to see it quite well.

✄—— ://                 ❝ Of course I do… ❞ he twirls it in between his fingers                 before handing it over to the other, ❝ Didn’t think you’d                 come get it so quickly, however— when you gotta’ smoke,                 well… you gotta’. ❞

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galanthusiae

      Shane probably stunk of smoke as he trudged into Beacon's library after a long day of classes. He was just looking forward to grabbing a book and going outside of campus to smoke and read it. It was his favorite pastime rather than doing homework.

      He walked past rows of bookshelves, with hands stuffed into the pockets of hands when he stopped as he watched someone struggle to reach a book on the top shelf.

      Out of pure instinct he went and helped the person, towering over them and pulling out the book with ease and handing it to the stranger.

              ❝ There. Is that the one you wanted? ❞