𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭.

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❝ 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬

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❝ 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬. ❞

↳ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.

  𝐄𝐥𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 the can that falls noisily out of the vending machine, her hands fumbling with the can as she flicks it open, then takes one long sip, the cool liquid searing her throat

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  𝐄𝐥𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 the can that falls noisily out of the vending machine, her hands fumbling with the can as she flicks it open, then takes one long sip, the cool liquid searing her throat.

  It was still early in the day, and Eli wanted to take a small stroll before expecting Nozomi later, knowing that she needed to recollect herself — lest someone makes her fall apart again.

  It was relatively quiet, today. Winter was rolling in soon, but for now, it was at the least of Eli’s concerns. However, on colder days like these, her back ached even more than it usually did (usually it was just a dull throb), and it left Eli in a sour mood.

  She leans against the brick wall, thinking. Thinking about the Alliance, about the White Cloaks, about Nozomi — about everything.

  Eli groans softly, and massages the bridge of her nose with a hand, only letting it fall when she silently wishes that she could just be done with all of this. The White Cloaks, the killing, the scheming, everything.

  Eli could feel it eating away at whatever was left of her heart, could feel it tearing away at the remnants of her humanity. It was driving her crazy.

  She takes another sip from the can, allowing her mind to stray, to play with her library of memories.

  Birds chirp loudly on the branches of the trees that grew overhead, and Eli closes her eyes, releasing a shaky breath into the wind.

  “All this...”

  She whispers, opening her eyes and directing her gaze to a particularly large crow clinging onto a branch above her.

  “For what?”

  Eli’s searching for answers she’s never been able to find; even after a year of reflecting, she has trouble figuring out what exactly her purpose in this life was.

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