{flares of eerie green, the ground under her breaking apart in a far too familiar pattern, the desperate, mad scramble because not again, oh god, not again, can't the closest she's ever come to screaming as she fell. Alone. She'd fallen alone this time. The memories are disjointed and she's not even sure where they fit inside her or her life, still too jumbled around inside her mind for her to piece them together in a strand one by one by one. What she does pick out of the fractures though is enough to keep her huddled close, not about to leave the unknown safety to risk that horrifying endlessness again.
Cloud's going to be upset with her.
He's going to be upset with himself.
She can't do that to him.
Mercifully, she's distracted before the panic can start its threatening circle again. She doesn't panic often and not for much but the memory of her very brief torture inside this same green once before is enough to threaten it. Instead she focuses on - }
Your pretty face?
{who talks like that? She lifts her head to finally concentrate, focusing on the shadows in front of her instead of her own situation and it calms her the way focusing on other people instead of her own problems always does. It's like trying to focus on mist caught in the wind though, hints more than real features coming and going. The smile hits her before she even remembers why though and - }
so sad, so true
{flares of eerie green, the ground under her breaking apart in a far too familiar pattern, the desperate, mad scramble because not again, oh god, not again, can't the closest she's ever come to screaming as she fell. Alone. She'd fallen alone this time. The memories are disjointed and she's not even sure where they fit inside her or her life, still too jumbled around inside her mind for her to piece them together in a strand one by one by one. What she does pick out of the fractures though is enough to keep her huddled close, not about to leave the unknown safety to risk that horrifying endlessness again.
Cloud's going to be upset with her.
He's going to be upset with himself.
She can't do that to him.
Mercifully, she's distracted before the panic can start its threatening circle again. She doesn't panic often and not for much but the memory of her very brief torture inside this same green once before is enough to threaten it. Instead she focuses on - }
Your pretty face?
{who talks like that? She lifts her head to finally concentrate, focusing on the shadows in front of her instead of her own situation and it calms her the way focusing on other people instead of her own problems always does. It's like trying to focus on mist caught in the wind though, hints more than real features coming and going. The smile hits her before she even remembers why though and - }
Zack?