Dragoncrest Cliffs Always been told that the good can never last

threadtitle song since it’s kind of a vibe <33

Most of the time Rosalyn slept. Her strength was slowly returning as she was provided food and convinced to eat, but the years seemed less kind than ever now. Everything she did was slow.

Her mind wandered and fractured. At times she spoke; others she drifted. Certain mentions had her check out entirely only to return, completely removed from the subject, jumping to another at what seemed like random choice. Her wife’s name, once her world, now a trigger to her broken core.

She couldn’t lose the memories without losing everything. But she couldn’t bear to know them, or live with the truth they revealed. So she locked them away instead; a gaping and bleeding wound, too big for anything to bind, concealed and ignored instead.

She never visited the graves. Instead her slow amblings would frequently take her to the forests and along the sand, places where it wasn’t necessary to scale the cliff’s slope.

Today she at least appeared to move with some purpose. What that was, however, was not immediately apparent.