〉she depends on you.

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❝Ｉｓ ａｎｙｏｎｅ ｔｈｅｒｅ．．．？ Ｏｈ！ Ｈｉ！ ❞
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In a rundown world- no nothing scary like zombies or horrific monsters prowling around on the rotten grass, no one is there. Planets are visible from the lavender polluted sky's, Saturn's rings are barely touching the grass and the clouds are no longer a puffy white, they're more of a saturated pink color and houses are always covered in ivy and vines which are littered with new types of flowers. A girl sits on a rotting wooden swing with daisy's in her hair. She's been swaying there for hours, waiting for someone to show up. Is she alone?

This world isn't Earth and its not a planet that anyone knows about, but this is a copy of our own world, a world where no one is there. She was sent there from our world, but no one knows her. No news coverage, no one knows she's there so no one will come looking for her. Though... one "person" knows about this girl. A boy, an angelic being who watches her from far- he knows her, but she doesn't know him.