It was cold. Too cold. Amy let out a sigh. Her breath puffed out into the winter air. She looked around. No flowers could exist in such a climate. No color but white as far as she could see. It was clean, yet, at the same time, quite sad.
Amy was alone. Standing in the middle of snow, her pink dress fluttering in the wind. No one was coming. No one would come. Amy was alone. Alone. Alone.
The fire that used to flow through her veins had long since vanished. Her passion had evaporated like the droplets of her breath. Unrequited love is a painful thing. For nearly a decade, Amy had been alone. Always running. No destination. It was a futile journey, she realized, but by then it had been too late.
And now she is stuck here. In the freezing cold. No sign of life, no sounds of laughter, no joys of being together. Those were royalties that Amy could no longer have. No, now, the only thing that mattered was survival. Love can't build an igloo. Crushes don't hunt for food. She had to throw everything away and become what she feared the most - a monster. A being who exists only to live. To take that life and only work towards the prospect of seeing tomorrow. No goals, no desires. Could it really be called living?
As Amy pondered this, another wave of chill wind struck her side. She couldn't go on. There is nothing left for her here. Nothing left anywhere. Amy is alone. Alone. Alone. And she always will be.
...but then she woke up from her dream and was like hey sonic lets go shopping mkay oh shweet cool beans i luuuvz u kthkz.
Amy was alone. Standing in the middle of snow, her pink dress fluttering in the wind. No one was coming. No one would come. Amy was alone. Alone. Alone.
The fire that used to flow through her veins had long since vanished. Her passion had evaporated like the droplets of her breath. Unrequited love is a painful thing. For nearly a decade, Amy had been alone. Always running. No destination. It was a futile journey, she realized, but by then it had been too late.
And now she is stuck here. In the freezing cold. No sign of life, no sounds of laughter, no joys of being together. Those were royalties that Amy could no longer have. No, now, the only thing that mattered was survival. Love can't build an igloo. Crushes don't hunt for food. She had to throw everything away and become what she feared the most - a monster. A being who exists only to live. To take that life and only work towards the prospect of seeing tomorrow. No goals, no desires. Could it really be called living?
As Amy pondered this, another wave of chill wind struck her side. She couldn't go on. There is nothing left for her here. Nothing left anywhere. Amy is alone. Alone. Alone. And she always will be.
...but then she woke up from her dream and was like hey sonic lets go shopping mkay oh shweet cool beans i luuuvz u kthkz.
