Northstar Vale one kiss away from killing

Read only. Tag for reference because ANGST

Late night had crept further along, and Meadow had slunk back home after her need to walk—to just do something. She was hesitant—still raw with anger and grief—but when she returned to where @Reyson had told her he would be waiting for her, and the man was nowhere to be found—she felt the ground shift below her. Surely this was it—her own personal hell.

She sucked in a breath sharply—he would return. He had likely stepped away for a moment.

And so she crept below the branches of a nearby tree—large, dead in the winter air, though in the summer it would bloom with so much promise. And she waited, sleep evading her—unable to rest, everything from the night replaying in her mind.

And night turned to morning. And when morning gave way closer to midday, there was a certain hollowness that had settled within her—stripped bare, like the tree she rested under. No longer blooming—

— because as she suspected, everyone left. And deep down she had known this would have been no different.