this isn't suppose to happen! || alma & lenalee
So far at least 10 hours have passed since Alma stepped off the train into an entirely new sector. At first, his gaze directed itself upwards, gazing at the tips of the skyscrapers that reach up further than those at his own sector. Slowly, his eyes went from the clouds to the streets, examining every detail laid out before him: the small cracks on the sidewalk, the displays visible through glass, the moving hunks of metal that zip past, the misplaced skinny trees.
He spends hours and hours wandering enthralled. What snaps him out of his excited reverie is the soft rumbling in his stomach. Suddenly, his stomach pains him and his legs lose their momentum. All his childish energy seems to run out in a moment, and he's stuck doubled, clutching his stomach tight, in the middle of a sidewalk.
He turns around. He intends on finding his way back to the station by retracing his steps on his wobbly legs. However, familiar landmarks become unfamiliar when, he sees, they're not in the right place. Though the sun begins to dip behind the tall buildings around him, he tries not to lose hope and continues to be hopelessly lost.
Eventually, his legs give out from underneath him and he falls face first onto the ground.
