rollingdownthe (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rollingdownthe) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silenstumulosus,@ 2015-08-01 13:12:00 |
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[She wanders out of the tower again in no particular direction. It's different today than it was yesterday and the day before it. It's lonely here, like the Academy. People do things. They hurt each other and themselves. Most of them try to change and be good, but everything still hurts. They can't change what happened so they pretend that everything is okay.
Her feet touch hot sand (The Scorch). There's a man a few feet away with a blanket over his face to hide himself from the sun. He's sick. She walks to him and kneels down, watching his chest rise and fall heavily.]