Hushed Willows Gentle on My Mind

Their twisted body parts moved synchronized then, as her heart jumped into her throat. A quiet squeak could not be stopped from spilling as she sent them down to the ground. For a moment it felt like they fell right through it - like they couldn't stay here, drifting as they were. Her mind felt fuzzy, heavy with tears and memories of a never-forgotten past. No longer was she the little girl that couldn't stand up for herself or love herself - she walked alone, she was everything and she knew her soul believed.

She laughed - first softly, just with her chest. As she got up a little, gathered herself, it grew a bit more clear. She took a couple of deep breaths, not completely sure how she was supposed to be feeling right about now. All this time she'd been lying to herself, putting sorrow on her shoulders. How far had she run, all that weight that dragged behind? It brought her where she wanted to be, with Dante, in the forest of her dreams - a summer 'eve, 'neath the sky that would see the rise of her court, the rise of a branch of Meloniis that were good and she'd tell them that every day.

Hey, Dante. She spoke at last, her voice raspier than before. I'm glad you heard me - you know, the song being for you and all. She mentioned as casually as she could, truly Dante-style, giving him a playful side-eye.