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As the strange girl took in the presence of the other, something heavy weighed on her chest. Was that â emotion? Certainly not â she had never been able to feel things. Not like normal people, at least. Her tears were often reserved for the dead, and Katarina was very much alive. And standing in front of her. Her face seemed eerily similar â it was like walking into a museum and seeing everything out of time. Her home was no longer Katarinaâs heart â it was a foreign place, but her own heart wanted eagerly to return there. âYes⊠it has.â It felt like her soul was barely in her body as she spoke the words. She was disconnected from her head, messy and confused and oddly expressive. Her brow drew forward ever so slightly, those bright eyes of her glistening with unnatural emotion. âThree years, was it?â Kittyâs voice trembled slightly, very odd for her typically monotonous tone. It almost sounded like she was in pain. In all honesty, she had planned to leave everything about her old life behind her â including Katarina, including her brother. But now that wandering witch was in front of her again and she didnât know what she was supposed to do. She had thought that perhaps this would be easier, that perhaps her strange brain would tell her there was nothing to feel this time around either.Â
Katarinaâs mind was swimming. Should she question Kittyâs motives? Right off the bat? Embrace her? She hadnât been too in touch with her feelings lately, but she was sure that was and understatement for Kitty. The girl looked to her new-found companion, searched her eyes for something, anything. To her surprise, she found it. âYes. It was. Perhaps the longest three of my life.â She slowly drew closer yet to Kitty, suddenly noticing the shrinking gap between them. She paused, looking again to the something in Kittyâs eyes. âUnless you arenât done running?â
















