[It's only when she sees Firefly right in front of her that she hears the echoes of memory -
Was it really a memory?
The crackles of something in the back of her mind, that try to convince her that it was just a delusion; all figments of her imagination that she made up, even if something about it all seemed so real...
Before she knows it, droplets of water start to line the edges of her eyes and while she wants to say something. Anything. The response that the smaller girl gets isn't found in her words, but her actions as she takes those steps forward and wraps her arms around the smaller girl.]
...I'm sorry. I'm - I'm really sorry...
[Those are the only words that she can manage, each syllable filled with the tears that start to stream down her cheeks.]
man thank god i commissioned those crying icons from penacony now huh!!!!
Was it really a memory?
The crackles of something in the back of her mind, that try to convince her that it was just a delusion; all figments of her imagination that she made up, even if something about it all seemed so real...
Before she knows it, droplets of water start to line the edges of her eyes and while she wants to say something. Anything. The response that the smaller girl gets isn't found in her words, but her actions as she takes those steps forward and wraps her arms around the smaller girl.]
...I'm sorry. I'm - I'm really sorry...
[Those are the only words that she can manage, each syllable filled with the tears that start to stream down her cheeks.]