I could hear my parents now, telling me that I needed to get myself together and get moving with my life. But how could you move on when half of your soul was just...vanished? I felt stupid for feeling this way, it wasn't as if I'd known him forever, it was just that strange twine that held my soul to his. It was almost an onerous feeling, the way I felt. I wanted to be happy, I wanted to be me, and I couldn't.
I looked towards my companion of the day, my lava-red hued eyes watching her curiously. She made a remark about the volcanoes being a sight, and a grin slipped across my face. "The sights of a volcanoe erupting, that's rare, but the sight of them on a daily basis was what I grew up to." I grinned, a lazy, memory filled grin that made me feel even more homesick than before. But it was amazing to think of it. "Please, do join me, I've been alone here way too long." I spoke in a soft, melodious voice. A smile tossed her way, and I felt a little more at ease, because I'm not meant to be alone, even if the company was just for the day.
I heard her voice again. Anatola, and I grinned. "I am Leilani, It's a pleasure to meet you Anatola." My voice once again took on a melodic sound, reverting to the island sound, home, right? I let my eyes venture back to the sunrise before me, and the peace settled over my soul. And I finally, didn't feel alone here.
fem, 6, 29in, 87lbs homeless, fated to navarre.