[There's a pause. There are many lampposts that line the path they're on, leading to a bridge and they flicker as if they're some sort of muted form of life. The uneven light creates patterns across her face.]
... Twice.
[Marianna's eyes darken as she turns her back to Vincent to lean her arms against the iron railing staring into the black water. She can't see her reflection.]
I've "died" twice, I'm sure of it. But I end up whole again because I... It... "We..."
... Whatever I am, I know I just don't like pain. I won't ever die. I'm not a taker, but I know I'd take a life if it meant I would keep existing.
[Because the "flower" has attached itself to this skin, it is fiercely protective of it. By itself, it would not have any strength or means to wholly exist. For the longest time, Marianna Medina would call it a separate creature. The line between "Flower" and "Marianna" is supposed to be crystal clear. Now she's frozen in the face of the realization that she stands there, a combination of two very wrong things.]
So it's not a matter of whether I'm awake or not. I think I've been in denial and still am. [She takes another deep breath and the air she creates disappears into the night.]
This is the most honest I've ever been, you know? Because knowing what you are beneath the surface, I don't think I would have been able to keep it to myself for long.
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[There's a pause. There are many lampposts that line the path they're on, leading to a bridge and they flicker as if they're some sort of muted form of life. The uneven light creates patterns across her face.]
... Twice.
[Marianna's eyes darken as she turns her back to Vincent to lean her arms against the iron railing staring into the black water. She can't see her reflection.]
I've "died" twice, I'm sure of it. But I end up whole again because I... It... "We..."
... Whatever I am, I know I just don't like pain. I won't ever die. I'm not a taker, but I know I'd take a life if it meant I would keep existing.
[Because the "flower" has attached itself to this skin, it is fiercely protective of it. By itself, it would not have any strength or means to wholly exist. For the longest time, Marianna Medina would call it a separate creature. The line between "Flower" and "Marianna" is supposed to be crystal clear. Now she's frozen in the face of the realization that she stands there, a combination of two very wrong things.]
So it's not a matter of whether I'm awake or not. I think I've been in denial and still am. [She takes another deep breath and the air she creates disappears into the night.]
This is the most honest I've ever been, you know? Because knowing what you are beneath the surface, I don't think I would have been able to keep it to myself for long.