☆彡 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎
𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎
In which a years old promise is seen through an...
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dec. 2037
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"DON'T LOSE SIGHT OF YOURSELF IN THIS UNSANE WORLD". Evelyn cannot remember where she read that, or if perhaps she heard it. Maybe she saw it on a scar mural in the inner city or maybe she overheard some small chatter between the fireflies once upon a time. Maybe she read it in a book, maybe she saw it on a note by a deceased man during a venture downtown. Or maybe it is just a truth that has sat with her for as long as she can remember. Either way, the words repeat themselves at the back of her mind almost every day. Don't lose sight of yourself.
And it helps. Helps her to remember the important things, to prioritize in moments of dilemma. To cherish the small things. Like a free evening, even the ones where Manny convinces her to join in on their game night filled with drinks and his awful singing. When the cafeteria serves her favorite food. Finding good loot. A real nice headshot. Reading a good book and gushing over said book with Abby in the library. She finds joy in a great many things.
That last thing has become a regular over the years. There isn't much else to do during the few hours of spare time one gets, and when everyone else is out, nothing beats indulging in a good piece of literature in the quiet of the library. On this fine afternoon, Evelyn sits in her usual corner, hidden away from the cold with a blanket wrapped around her and a book on her lap.
"Hey," a very familiar voice pulls Evelyn out of her reading. She smiles as she looks up from where she's sat on a chaise lounge. Abby stands a few feet away with her arms crossed, getting a good look at what she's reading. To Kill A Mockingbird has been her latest conquest per Abby's recommendation. "Wow, you actually listen to me," she chuckles.
"Well duh," Evelyn closes the book, a finger on the page she's on. "What's up? How'd it go on duty?"
Hands resting on her hips, Abby tilts her head. "It went really well, yeah. Scars got there before us anyways so there wasn't much to see. Place was picked clean," she rolls her eyes.
"That's happening way too often lately."
"Yeah," Abby agrees. A moment of silence hangs between them, charged with a strange sense of anticipation. Abby scratches the back of her neck, a tick that Evelyn knows comes from nerves. Words sit on the tip of her tongue but she hesitates to say it long enough for Evelyn to start wonder what the hell it could possibly be. "Ev, I've found something."
