-Alone. Dizzy had never truly known being alone. Even in the deepest darkness of her admittedly short existence, she always felt that warm presence of someone else. Testament, May, Johnny, Sir Ky... Sol. Never had she truly known loneliness. Not until now. In that blackness that filled her, there was nothing else... Or at least, that had been the case.
She had her own tear to cry, wetting the little blonde hairs of this sweet girl's head. Tears that spoke of that emptiness, that loneliness. But it was always only temporary. She cried...
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She had her own tear to cry, wetting the little blonde hairs of this sweet girl's head. Tears that spoke of that emptiness, that loneliness. But it was always only temporary. She cried...
... but not alone.-