She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

it did not come out of the
horse's mouth itself. maybe
thats why it hurts so much.
of all the things i told u,
i seriously wonder how much you
remember. maybe thats why it
did not occur to you that i would
mind. No, in fact i would
detest to the core. but you did it.
ive not right nor authority to tell
you off for it. cause maybe to you
its nothing wrong.
fine. since its the way you wanted it,
so i shall grant you your wish and set
you free. back to top?