Haunted Wood Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath

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Her shadow; now she was his.

Alara remained distant, ever on his trail yet fleeting, lost in a world so unlike the dirt beneath their feet. Untethered. She thought often of River.

River.

What would he be doing now? Would he be following others too? Speaking softly to them, offering his gentle touches and his quick smiles with an empathy so deep you felt the warmth down to your bones. He was always so warm for a Sea-Snake. Warm, but not for her. Not her.

Why not her?

What was wrong with her? She thought she was pretty enough, kind enough, but time and time again she was never enough. He would be talking to some other woman now, surely. Alara wondered what she looked like, what they were speaking of, what it must feel like, why not her, why not her why not her why

Oh. She was weeping again.