Post by Kokoro on Mar 29, 2012 19:23:45 GMT -8
January 15, 2025, 10:28 p.m.
Her silhouettte stood out against the barren ground, small spots of snow emphasized against her small, dark shape. The snow seemed rebellious in a sense, refusing to go away even though all the rest was gone. She felt vaguely like a snowflake, when looking out here. {"I know how you feel, little snowflakes,"} she thought to herself, feeling oddly out of self as she thought it, {"I know what it's like to keep going, even after all hope is gone..."} She knew the snow's destiny, though, and, despite that, she wanted to save some, to keep it safe.[/size]
Maybe that's what the yellow one who called himself her dad had thought. {"Bumblebee. His name is Bumblebee. Not Brandon. Not yellow. And my name is Kokoro. Not lab rat. Not Snowy. I am one of a kind. I am a living being, too..."} She had to keep reminding herself of that. She felt like she was going insane, losing grip on reality, falling into the deep abyss that she knew she would never be able to return from.
They had given her new clothing, stuff that would shield her from the cold. It was still January, but the occasional burst of slight warmth brought a lot of cheer toward the dwindling supply of snow. They weren't alive, but she felt like they were dying billions of tiny snowflake deaths.
Her boots felt uncomfortable on her feet, and as the looked down at them, a chilly night breeze blew a wisp of black hair into her expressive gray eyes. She was cold. Maybe she should go inside. So she could dream up her next 'reality'... But it was peaceful out here. She'd hate to find out that it wasn't real, hate to wake up into a less peaceful world...
With a sigh, she looked up at the starry sky...