My muse has left their old, brown leather book somewhere by accident. It looks like it’s seen years of wear and tear, and upon opening it your muse discovers that it’s full of wishes that never came true and times in their life when they were hurt/alone/sad. Send me a “✝” to read a wish or sad memory (specify which.) from the book.
It’ll be another year tomorrow.
Four already, but then with how I spent most of them of course it doesn’t feel long for me. I doubt it ever will (if I’m not exhausted I relive it when I sleep, and if I’m alone and I don’t keep my mind blank I imagine things), but at the very least I hope it’ll be better for Shida.
We’re thinking of heading to the Order, and as much as I know about what they did and how they are I don’t oppose the idea. Four years of endless travelling, no goal or aim besides making it through each moment as they come.
I know it won't help me, what with how Central will no doubt see me suspiciously with what our parents did and how I have mom's Innocence. I can't imagine they'll be as harsh on Shida, what with how young she was when we were orphaned.
I know it'll be good for Shida, though, which is why we're going. I... I've been nothing but a shit sister after what happened, so it's the least I can do. After what she's been through these last few years because of me, there's nothing I could do to make it up to her.
She doesn't blame me for anything, though she's never said anything (we never talk about it, anyways). I know Sarah doesn't either, and- and that They wouldn't, either.
Even if it's not my fault, that doesn't change the fact it happened because of me.
If they hadn't come they'd still—