❛ every star is another story, every night a different sky. ❜
( POETRY SENTENCE STARTERS )
SHE HAD HEARD SOMETHING LIKE this once, during a time of chaos and the nigh ending of their world. the jurors, they were claimed as. guilty as charged in creating their lives into naught but a story to be observed; every path had been different, branching into the possibilities of what their current life could have been. worlds where their happiness was abundant, nothing to curse their peaceful days as they drifted along in the river of time. perhaps were she still naive, yearning for those peaceful days beside her beloved master and that man she once called friend, she might wish to partake in something so enticingly sweet. that, once more, she might be able to smile beneath a golden afternoon with those she had lost on their journeys to the end.
only a gentle hah escapes her upon the smile that graces her lips, one hand resting upon her hip as she takes a moment to enjoy the fleeting thought of who she once was. ❝ Is that so? ❞ her voice coos softly, though laced with something of understanding to his very beliefs. how soothing, to feel the sense of relief that she no longer clung to the past that once chained her so, to accept all that has come to pass despite what was lost. like a dream which she had waited so long to awaken from, those troubles fading despite all she has been through to reach this very moment.
❝ My, my... quite philosophical today, are we? Before you know it, you’ll be telling me that when that particular story ends is when a star fades, no? If that’s the case... I can only be glad that mine keeps shining. I won’t let that change, either. That is... my way of remembering them both. ❞
