isn't it lovely all alone, heart made of glass, my mind of stone
She is alone, but she does not mind it. It has been years since she has stopped trying to assimilate with the masses, stopped trying to pretend that she wanted to be here. In her isolation she reverts back to the ways of her youth to staring at the sky with a longing that no one from here could ever comprehend, to wrapping herself in starlight as if that could make up for the fact that she is earth-bound. If her heart had ever learned to love, those feelings are long-lost, stripped clean like the memories her father had taken all those years ago. She doesn’t hate him for it; she had never pieced it together, that he is the reason for that void in her mind.
For all she knows, she has always been this way; solitary and quiet.
She is not often out during the day; the sunlight didn’t appeal to her.
She did not believe in fate, but it is a strange occurrence that today she does decide to walk through the forest, the faint glow of her body amplified by the shadows of the trees. She sees her, a haunted version of what Islas had once known her as, but she recognizes her instantly anyway—the closest she has ever been to anyone, and maybe the only one that causes that dull, uninspired heart of hers to flinch.. “Cavern,” she recalls the name that she has not said in ages, has not thought about either, truthfully, because Islas thinks of little else besides the stars.
She knows that she looks different, that something is wrong, even, but she does not know how to articulate that. Words escape her, as they so often do, but she knows that she should try, that she cannot leave her sister standing in the awkwardness of her own silence the way she unabashedly does to others. “Are you hurt?”
@Cavern