[Yeah, he'll really have to make it up to her later. He can see how difficult it is for her. He takes one of the chocolates from the package and hands the rest of the bag to her, then stands and walks the final few feet to her marker before placing the sweet down beside it.
He's not sure what he expected, but it wasn't this. This raises more questions than it answers. The world is made of her drawings; he recognizes them easily since he holds the paper in his pocket still. Or is this simply how the world looks through her eyes? But even stranger is her reaction to the girl with the lighter, and her connection to the portrait. Somehow it holds her life force, much like these lanterns hold theirs now.
The world goes black, and then the light from their lanterns fade into view again. It's over, and he's not sure what he's seen but nothing convinced him that Mary was the sort of terrible thing she seems to think she is. Just a desperate, frightened little girl in a world of her own making. No wonder she seems to fear being alone. He stands still for a moment, head bowed in thought, then makes his way back to Mary and sits before he can somehow trip and fall.]
Do you miss it? Your world full of colors. It's so dark here.
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[Yeah, he'll really have to make it up to her later. He can see how difficult it is for her. He takes one of the chocolates from the package and hands the rest of the bag to her, then stands and walks the final few feet to her marker before placing the sweet down beside it.
He's not sure what he expected, but it wasn't this. This raises more questions than it answers. The world is made of her drawings; he recognizes them easily since he holds the paper in his pocket still. Or is this simply how the world looks through her eyes? But even stranger is her reaction to the girl with the lighter, and her connection to the portrait. Somehow it holds her life force, much like these lanterns hold theirs now.
The world goes black, and then the light from their lanterns fade into view again. It's over, and he's not sure what he's seen but nothing convinced him that Mary was the sort of terrible thing she seems to think she is. Just a desperate, frightened little girl in a world of her own making. No wonder she seems to fear being alone. He stands still for a moment, head bowed in thought, then makes his way back to Mary and sits before he can somehow trip and fall.]
Do you miss it? Your world full of colors. It's so dark here.