At Grims Hand

Revilation

I don't think anyone reads this but just in case sorry it took so long.
Her meaning to liev had been restored as she stared at her suroundings again, the almost rotting bench looked now to hold life in the cracks. Moss sprouting from the plancs of wood, ants using it as a safe travle space for their venture home with food for their families, spiders webs hung inbetween nearly all gaps between planks of wood anmost as if holding them together. Life was still going on, the world still turned and life went on even without "her" in it.
How blind had she been. Starving herself for so long she can't remember when this all started, what day was it? Had it been weeks? Months? How long had she sat in self pity when she alive. "She" had always lived life to the full. "She" always hated the idea of wollowing, believing moving on was the best source of action. Why had she been stupid, gone against her faverate persons values just to morn them.
How stupid.
How selfish.
How wrong.
She needed to change this now. Make it right.
Moving so suddenly people accually screamed, she stood and made her way threw the park she needed help. She needed to move on she needed to do the right thing. So she headed for the exit of the park. Towards her home to get cleaned up she had to change or she would never forgive herself.
She had to live.