@daemonoir
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How long ?
How long had it been ?
How long ?
She kept her pace quick and even, attempting to chase away the bile rising in her throat, the nauseous curl of her stomach cruel and painful. She hadn’t expected it to hurt now. It had been so long, had she forgotten her place after so long. Years upon years, absent and distant, wandering and fighting and chasing away the demons that had festered in her soul.
She’s surprised she’s survived this long with a soul with a core of despair.
Her years of wandering and escaping something she didn’t need to had helped her, cleared her head, and perhaps had shrunk the very thing killing her. It was still very much there, it could never be removed, but at least she seems to have extended her chances of living longer.
“ Mitakihara...”
After years of escaping something she knew she needed, Sayaka Miki was home.









