closed for @rmdaeil
this isn’t the first time - no, it’s a feeling unfamiliar but one she’s getting used to with her time here at gumi - all spikes to chest, smoke in throat, making it hard to breathe. comes when she remembers home and the ruins of it, and how she belongs better with the dead than she does here with students around her, bustling. comes when she remembers numbers and books and hands stained with red and green, how she can walk around so easily while graves roll under feet; how letters and numbers make no sense and it doesn’t matter to things long dead like her, but for what’s left of a body still wanting to learn how to live it does but everything is coming out wrong again and -
she doesn’t know how she ended up on the ground, but feet walk around her and she can feel eyes staring, shaking when she knows one is lingering for too long, footsteps towards her to match.
quickly, thin arms grab books and papers before the other can, rushing to leave before they could reach her.