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.

did you really mean what you said? is it really settled? how is it that i seem to doubt your words?
the uncertainties, the hesitance. perhaps it really is my fault for pushing you away right from the start. back to top?