Re: Holding Pens: Alice
Alice watched him walk away, her expression unreadable and her wide, blue eyes unblinking. Different. He was the same, and he was different. And she could remember his face. The path he might lead her down would be uncertain, but it was a path nonetheless. The twists and turns were there to prove that not everything was certain.
It was an odd way of thinking, and sometimes the girl wasn't sure if it made any sort of sense at all. Which was odd considering it was her brain that dreamed it up.