UNLIKE the other girl with her, Gabriel did have a purpose walking in this world despite having no soul of her own – which she believed it was to seek answers about her fate and to bring redemption to the souls she had inside of her. But even with that goal set in her thoughts, it made her wonder why was she even brought back to the living, when she was basically destined to die at a young age. In fact, she wanted to know WHY she was brought back with three different souls, and not her own soul. Was it because her soul was already taken up to the clouds? Was it because there was some deeper story in her revival? Or was it just something she was destined with?
EITHER way, Gabriel knew she had a goal set in her mind while she still walks on the soils of this earth.
CRIMSON hues kept their gaze at the starry sky, seeking peace just by staring at them twinkling. A short moment of silence between them, before it was broken by the young girl’s voice, taking her attention off from the stars above them. “– Just curious, that’s all.” She mumbled her response, exhaling a soft breath of air from her mouth. After all, in the place they were at - a hilltop near the city park that overlooked the city - it was considered a ‘safe haven’ for Gabriel
“– Though I figured you might have followed me here. It’s rare to see someone in an empty place like this; somewhere far away from the city.”
⊰ ✿ ⊱ — Troubled and tainted — such words were the cause for her inability to see in the inexorable waters where the waves that had clashed and ripped apart such soft skin and was the cause of her pain. Regardless of how far flora had walked, how many twists and turns she had went down just to find the way out, that didn’t mean she had found what she was looking for. And even though some what extent content already, the unknown was still the point of turning, and of course, she still wanted answers. Yet the world still played on the unctuous smile it showed down on her defeated figure, always reminding her that on her own, she wastoo weak, and on her own she would never find what she was looking for.
Thus, she had settled with the lacuna that left her with her personal void. So many question, so many uncertainties. Yet there was always one question to uphold: would she ever get to understand why?
Soft gaze drifting to her surroundings, taking notice of the quietness that surrounded them in what she’d prefer to call a lonely place. Brown orbs turning back to watch the crepuscular night sky in it’s wake, ❛ — i see… ❜ Maybe she was following her — no, not intentionally, but she ‘d noticed her feet always bring her back to her, her figure would always find her in the mist, even if she didn’t understand why.
❛
I could say the same to you too, the hustle and bustle of the night in the city brings me nothing but a headache, here is a place i get to breathe again and start with a clear mind.
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