{ Wedlityn. } I was so tired of it all. Now Celine tells me of everything I wish I knew. Running through the thick foliage and undergrowth, I come to an abrupt stop when my body makes rough contact with an unsuspecting birch. I flop back down onto the grass from the sudden stopping force. I can't cry. Not now. I'm too far gone to feel sorrow. Not like I'd need it anyways. Sorrow is for the weak- those same weaklings who were pulled into my father's alternate realm. My father... He's started all this. Or at least, at think he has. Perhaps it was my inconspicuous existence that forced his hand. He wouldn't lay his eyes on me, nor rest his hand nair to my small fingers until Celine was in the presence of us both. My mother. Until then, sorrow is for the weak- those same weaklings who were pulled into my father's alternate realm. Yesterday was the last time. And I will never be imprisoned again.
For @-Mr_Duckington-
