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twiststheblade) wrote2006-06-26 07:03 pm
twiststheblade) wrote2006-06-26 07:03 pm
Angels: Act Three
Back, they had to come back. No option, couldn't do anything else, besides her door is here what else can she do no other way back (home) to Milliways had to come couldn't stay away have to do this now. Now, not later, no later left, it's all now and now and now and now. This is hers to do not theirs she can't ask them to face (him) that, it's not their fight it's hers, her father her demons her hate her guilt.
Miho has been silent on the journey back out of Yokohama. Not that the other girls would have been able to tell, being on the other bike, but there had been no laughing to herself, no enjoying the ride, just. . . getting from one place to another.
They're at the complex, now.
Well, almost. They're still heading up the long drive, under the trees that arch over the road, their branches nearly touching overhead. Although it's stopped raining, their leaves are wet, and still drop the occasional heavy splat of water onto the two bikes, impacting with resounding smacks onto three black helmets and black-clad bodies.
The driveway disappears into the rising gloom, through the near-tunnel made by the trees, close to the sides of the narrow road. The overall effect is nothing short of foreboding.
How appropriate.
Miho has been silent on the journey back out of Yokohama. Not that the other girls would have been able to tell, being on the other bike, but there had been no laughing to herself, no enjoying the ride, just. . . getting from one place to another.
They're at the complex, now.
Well, almost. They're still heading up the long drive, under the trees that arch over the road, their branches nearly touching overhead. Although it's stopped raining, their leaves are wet, and still drop the occasional heavy splat of water onto the two bikes, impacting with resounding smacks onto three black helmets and black-clad bodies.
The driveway disappears into the rising gloom, through the near-tunnel made by the trees, close to the sides of the narrow road. The overall effect is nothing short of foreboding.
How appropriate.