❝ you shall rise again, i am sure. a woman like you. ❞ (focalors)
She avoids the mirrors, the reflections in the water that might invite her in. Time and time again, she's walked quickly past those reflective surfaces, not... running, she's most definitely not scared, but... why is it that she feels... haunted? And so there is avoidance, even if the faintest sensation of awareness befalls her when there's a mirror in the distance of a dressing room, a reminder of what she could see there when the light reflects just right.
Furina had specifically requested that the mirror be left behind in her room at the palais, but it has found its way here regardless, among the boxes of items and belongings she fails to have the energy to address. They lay scattered about, half open, half abandoned, taking up room in this empty apartment haphazardly.
Within the darkness, she hugs her knees to herself, cheek pressed against them as she sits in her thoughts and emotions; she had thought the loneliness would dissipate now. That something would turn things around, that change would make everything... light again. But she now feels lonelier than before, alone in all senses of the word, with not even her beloved Neuvillette by her side anymore. She feels tired, and alone, as if she will not move from this spot in time just the very same when the five hundred years flowed past her and she was like a rock in the stream of time. Unmoving, the same, while it all flowed on without her.
Her gaze slides towards the mirror, sensing it's call, gripping her legs closer to her as she stubbornly refuses to answer for minutes that stretch into longer moments in time. Finally, she stands, frustrated, and yanks the white sheet hanging over it and — it's her.
Furina's lips press together, her instincts proving to never fail her. Perhaps she was here all along, with the manner in which she gazes at her, something like sympathy and care. Her words seem to support that fact, or perhaps Furina's misery is simply too difficult to hide.
❝ ... What joy will that bring me, if I am alone? The people do not need me anymore. ❞ Even with their gazes fixed on her, their hopes and prayers and expectations fixed upon her, she'd been alone then too.
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