They... didn't come with me. I was running from my husband, to escape him across the Atlantic. He was a piece of shit.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?On that, we can agree one hundred percent. He never came looking for me. I figure he just moved on to the next girl to hurt.
Early on, I used to fantasise about going back there, to kill him. But I wouldn't stand a chance.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Letting a person live a life full of hatred and misery, ultimately, is itself a just punishment. Such an existence, thoug decorated with the trappings of power and authority, with superificial pleasures and satisfaciton, is hollow, empty, and bereft of meaning and peace. Whoever lives by the sword of cruelty shall die by its sting. You made a prudent decision in leaving well enough alone, I believe.
... Fuck me.
-She smiles a bit more genuinely-
I like that. Yeah, let the fucker rot in his own shit, I say.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-...-
-Beau... what the hell is that
and why is there a girl chasing after it?-
-Whatever the hell it is, it stops just a little bit away from Beau, seemingly ready to attack-
-Not too far behind, also digging through her backpack- Hey, you! Get away from here! I can take care of this!
I live in a constant state of fear and misery.Oh, the usual stuff people go across the pond for. Some brushes with fame, owning a place of my own, falling in and out of love.
It's been great, I've been happier there than ever. I've felt... cleaner, if that makes sense? Like I'm no longer just there to be pushed around.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Yeah, really, the only thing that's outlasted all the bullshit out there has been me. It'll all be dust someday. A lot of it is already losing its lustre. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with myself once the last thing that brings me any sorta thrill becomes dull and b— Solace!
-She rushes over to Solace, half-disintegrating into mist in her haste to close the gap in a second-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-Smiles-
How the past vanishes into memory. Yes, I do know. This is quite interesting to me- what was it about the Americas that brought such prosperous merchants from their home in one of the greater cities of Europa, if I may be so permitted to ask?