This is it.
I 've made up my mind, haven't I?
I told myself countless times that there were only two things I live for.
One.. was love. Something that my wretched hands will never touch again.
The other.. was home. Which..is rapidly crumbling.
It is ironic maybe..that I could only find love in a race that so detests me, and find acceptance in a race in exile.
Or maybe that isn't irony at all.
It doesn't matter.
Nothing does.
Wolfess scanned briefly over the edge of the Kalt roof and shut her eyes just as quick. Rain, a dull fear, pierced her countless and mixed with her tears as she sobbed into the bleak nothingness of the wind. She gripped the rail with soaked gloves, keeping her eyes off the vaccuum of the ground, threatening to rush up and tear her down. A thought lumped though her mind and she reached out to grab it in apathetic curiousity.
I remember a poem..I read it once. Long ago. I was young, but..
The calm, cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.
She drove her eyes back downward with greater resolve--but virtigo seized her and in the whirlwind of fear she was thrust forward--
I am afraid. Please don't let me die like this.
..Please.
