I was close, you know. I made the final leap to put everything right. Instead, I found myself here.
[The bitterness of it all has yet to fade. Every day he agonizes over what could have been, and worries over what's become of Maelle. The longer she spent in the painting, the worse it would be. And given the fact that time was already distorted between the painting and reality, who could say how warped things were between this world and another.]
I agree. I admit the outlook is probably... juvenile. But there's innocence to it too. And acceptance. Death isn't my enemy. That's what they've taught me.
no subject
Instead, I found myself here.
[The bitterness of it all has yet to fade. Every day he agonizes over what could have been, and worries over what's become of Maelle. The longer she spent in the painting, the worse it would be. And given the fact that time was already distorted between the painting and reality, who could say how warped things were between this world and another.]
I agree. I admit the outlook is probably... juvenile. But there's innocence to it too. And acceptance.
Death isn't my enemy. That's what they've taught me.