A surprise meeting ( Neah/open) Aug 13, 2011 17:41:01 GMT -8
Post by ❥SKETCHPAD on Aug 13, 2011 17:41:01 GMT -8
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[/style][style=width: 381px; background-color: #191919; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;]Slowly making her away from the scene, May tried to bring her thoughts to something different. Her head was still throbbing and her and Ryūsuke's meetings just seemed to leave her in an even worse mood each time. He wouldn't understand though. May knew she should go back and lie about why she had to go, but there was only so much she could really take. After there was a good space in between her and the graveyard, she was positive he wouldn't be coming after her. It was actually a big relief, and even though her head was filled with damaging thoughts, the relief made her feel a bit better.
Slipping past the villagers she tried to move as swiftly as possible, not wanting to draw any attention to her. The clouds were moving in and it almost felt as if mother nature was copying her emotions, soon enough a soft drizzle surrounded May's feet. She hadn't thought to bring a rain jacket, so as the pour increased she found herself being drenched in water. Although she knew she should hurry home, her hands were shaking, but something inside couldn't quite let her do such a thing. Instead, she headed for the front of the village, for the gates. The place she had in mind probably wouldn't help her mood at all, and although she was one who wouldn't dwell on the past, it seemed like she had to give her old home a visit.
The cool rain numbed her body and she resentfully walked on the sidewalk with covers. Her eyes were focused on some spot in the distance, only to keep her own tears from mixing with the rain already on her face. Slowly she could make out the shady figure of the village's gates, looking just as gloomy as the rest of the place. Approaching the guards, she stuffed her hands into her pocket and ducked her head low.