Diva (
madamemoiselle) wrote in
realityshifted2008-07-18 11:53 am
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{A bit away from the main traffic of the plane, Diva appears sitting in a chair. She's dressed for a rehearsal, sitting primly in costume. Diva doesn't move at all, just stares ahead blankly. It's times like this that being called a 'doll' doesn't seem too far off. In the dated clothing and her perfectly beautiful features, she looks like she's made of porcelain rather than flesh and blood.}

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...They're mine. My property. Just like a toy to be thrown away when it's not fun anymore. That's what Amshel says it should be like. But I don't know anymore.
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It is the same for you, Diva. I know that it hurts now...but the pain will not always be this bad. It will never quite go away, because after all, caring is still painful. But it will become bearable.
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