[With a wordless nod, she leaves the room, shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders, and with one hand over her chest. The other is wiping away the tears that had not ceased to flow.
The night was dark and the air was unwelcoming and cold. The chill helps Ai slow down her feelings and her sorrow as she slowly and carefully climbs up to the roof. All of this is done silently as if she herself were a ghost, albeit one whose breath tried to warm her cold hands as she sat herself down.
Reading the story was one thing; seeing it play before her very eyes within her heart was another thing altogether (and she wonders if this is similar to how Lien felt).
The story hadn't ended though and the vision of Diamuid, dying and filled with rage is what's frightening her the most because she doesn't know why. Talking about his past life is an easy feat compared to the last part of that broken dream.
The night is silent and remains dark. Her singing voice suddenly breaks through it; her voice is small and weak, but singing was her last resort.]
... I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind That I put down in words.
[Her throat is tight again and she swallows, choking it down.]
... How wonderful life is... Now you're in the world...
[Another silly love song from a silly girl who did not know what to do. But it made her feel better. Just a bit.]
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The night was dark and the air was unwelcoming and cold. The chill helps Ai slow down her feelings and her sorrow as she slowly and carefully climbs up to the roof. All of this is done silently as if she herself were a ghost, albeit one whose breath tried to warm her cold hands as she sat herself down.
Reading the story was one thing; seeing it play before her very eyes within her heart was another thing altogether (and she wonders if this is similar to how Lien felt).
The story hadn't ended though and the vision of Diamuid, dying and filled with rage is what's frightening her the most because she doesn't know why. Talking about his past life is an easy feat compared to the last part of that broken dream.
The night is silent and remains dark. Her singing voice suddenly breaks through it; her voice is small and weak, but singing was her last resort.]
... I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind
That I put down in words.
[Her throat is tight again and she swallows, choking it down.]
... How wonderful life is...
Now you're in the world...
[Another silly love song from a silly girl who did not know what to do. But it made her feel better. Just a bit.]