[ Sitting on a rock in a fairly wide-spaced clearing, is a certain Princess. She can see a figure in the distance, and with a brightening to her eyes, she begans to pick herself up off the rock, the device firmly clasped in her hands as she starts to call out. ]
Excuse me! You over there! Please wait a moment! [ As she starts to run toward the figure, too far away to truly see much, her vision becomes clearer. She can see red. Her heart stutters a little, nostalgia's sake she reminds herself, ignoring the way her chest tightens with the grief she's become too familiar with this past year. She doesn't know why but this figure looks familiar---as her steps slow, she takes in the hair, the face, and somewhere along the way towards him, her device falls to the earth against her barefeet with a dull thud.
"Just do what you can. "
"I didn't say that because you were a Princess."
"I caught you like this once before."
"There are no guarantees that's why.."
"You'll die too, you idiot!"
"Natalia quit moping around."
"Natalia."
She realizes she's no longer moving, and finds that for some reason, (it's really quite curious, ) she can't speak. Natalia can only stare with wide, transfixed, stricken eyes.
This is a dream. This is just a dream. It's not like she hadn't dreamt of him before that day, his quiet words of encouragement, those memories of a time they could never return to..
Her hand moves, (trembling slightly) to rub her eyes as if dispelling sleep. That's strange. That should work. Maybe she should try again maybe she should--]
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Excuse me! You over there! Please wait a moment! [ As she starts to run toward the figure, too far away to truly see much, her vision becomes clearer. She can see red. Her heart stutters a little, nostalgia's sake she reminds herself, ignoring the way her chest tightens with the grief she's become too familiar with this past year. She doesn't know why but this figure looks familiar---as her steps slow, she takes in the hair, the face, and somewhere along the way towards him, her device falls to the earth against her barefeet with a dull thud.
"Just do what you can. "
"I didn't say that because you were a Princess."
"I caught you like this once before."
"There are no guarantees that's why.."
"You'll die too, you idiot!"
"Natalia quit moping around."
"Natalia."
She realizes she's no longer moving, and finds that for some reason, (it's really quite curious, ) she can't speak. Natalia can only stare with wide, transfixed, stricken eyes.
This is a dream. This is just a dream. It's not like she hadn't dreamt of him before that day, his quiet words of encouragement, those memories of a time they could never return to..
Her hand moves, (trembling slightly) to rub her eyes as if dispelling sleep. That's strange. That should work. Maybe she should try again maybe she should--]