takemyvoice.livejournal.com[has nothing better to do in this accursed heat but sharpen all her knives and contemplate on that wedding dress she came here with.]
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That man...he gave that dress to me. Father always used to make me clothes, but this, this is the first time someone else has given me something like this. I don't know what to think or how to take it. Maybe I should take him up on his offer, then? No, I can't now, now that I am stuck here. I will be surprised if he even finds out that I am no longer where I said I would be.
That reminds me...I cannot hear father's voice anymore since my arrival. Recent news has truly not been for the better. But I doubt that is why I cannot reach him. He is not a person who would go down easily, or perhaps, not at all. He is immortal. Unlike me with my fragile body which will soon wither away.
((Italics are thoughts.))