( it's a little different from what she recalls going through, horrifyingly enough. it'd hurt for angela, but remembers relishing every second of her taking on the form of something other and wild. and there she thought that everyone would react the same way. not so, it seems! so that part she'll.. simply keep to herself, actually.
just as she avoided the room full of nosy little flowers the moment she heard something they shouldn't know. )
Maybe we just don't go for tea somewhere weird next time.
( a wistful sigh. she does love that greenhouse otherwise though..
oh, but wait. )
They didn't know? ( it's a little hard to imagine not knowing who killed you. she remembers her first, her only. it's not something so easily forgotten. ) I did wonder why the Bookstore closed for a bit..
...My librarians are lagging in the past, as far as memory is concerned. The closest to my own last remembered moments is Gebura, and even she isn't on the same page as me.
( after all, she's before all of that happens with roland, and... )
You can imagine it came as quite the surprise ( neg ) to them. The fact I regretted it only helps somewhat. Honestly, I'm surprised they want anything to do with me anymore... but that's only self-pitying. ( a small sigh. ) I'm tired of throwing fits and feeling bad for myself, so I need to stop thinking that type of thing, too.
( and yet
it's so easy, to fall back into that. being an unloved child has no perks, just a hole you have to climb out of every time you think you've escaped. )
I wonder why we have different memories—rather, why theirs are from an earlier point than mine. Is there a point to it? If we were meant to live happier lives, or cooperate, then it would've been better for all of us to have been taken from the same point of time, or at least had memories of the same time rather than being scattered all over the place.
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just as she avoided the room full of nosy little flowers the moment she heard something they shouldn't know. )
Maybe we just don't go for tea somewhere weird next time.
( a wistful sigh. she does love that greenhouse otherwise though..
oh, but wait. )
They didn't know? ( it's a little hard to imagine not knowing who killed you. she remembers her first, her only. it's not something so easily forgotten. ) I did wonder why the Bookstore closed for a bit..
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( after all, she's before all of that happens with roland, and... )
You can imagine it came as quite the surprise ( neg ) to them. The fact I regretted it only helps somewhat. Honestly, I'm surprised they want anything to do with me anymore... but that's only self-pitying. ( a small sigh. ) I'm tired of throwing fits and feeling bad for myself, so I need to stop thinking that type of thing, too.
( and yet
it's so easy, to fall back into that. being an unloved child has no perks, just a hole you have to climb out of every time you think you've escaped. )
I wonder why we have different memories—rather, why theirs are from an earlier point than mine. Is there a point to it? If we were meant to live happier lives, or cooperate, then it would've been better for all of us to have been taken from the same point of time, or at least had memories of the same time rather than being scattered all over the place.