[It could be minutes. Could be hours. But for however long she's standing there, she sees no change. There's nothing across the way but a dark, lifeless house. Just like hers.
Just like they all were.
Whatever she'd been trying to find... this is pointless. She drops her gaze, mentally shakes herself. Her nightmare is her only reality. Loss, emptiness, pain, those are the only constants. These are constants from which there is no relief. From which there will never again be relief.
But when she lifts her eyes to the window one last time, she catches a glimpse of something moving across the ground. A figure, moonlight against shadow, but its motion is distinct. Her heart does a funny thing where it gives a small, inexplicable flutter, pumps a surge of life through her bloodstream.
She's not staying in this room.
The stairs are taken care of in no time flat; even rusty and out of practice from her time of living as a lifeless shell, she's still fast and quite agile. No, she has no idea where she's going, or even why. But somehow, it's what makes sense to her right now.
Her hand reaches for the doorknob, and pulls it open. And that's when she stops.]
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Just like they all were.
Whatever she'd been trying to find... this is pointless. She drops her gaze, mentally shakes herself. Her nightmare is her only reality. Loss, emptiness, pain, those are the only constants. These are constants from which there is no relief. From which there will never again be relief.
But when she lifts her eyes to the window one last time, she catches a glimpse of something moving across the ground. A figure, moonlight against shadow, but its motion is distinct. Her heart does a funny thing where it gives a small, inexplicable flutter, pumps a surge of life through her bloodstream.
She's not staying in this room.
The stairs are taken care of in no time flat; even rusty and out of practice from her time of living as a lifeless shell, she's still fast and quite agile. No, she has no idea where she's going, or even why. But somehow, it's what makes sense to her right now.
Her hand reaches for the doorknob, and pulls it open. And that's when she stops.]