Sweet, gentle doe. You did not ask for this, nor did you deserve it, but it happened, and now you must deal with it. Confused. Stumbling around time, like a child lost in the dark calling for her father who will never return home. Like a girl crying for anybody to care, but knowing that no one does. Like the people you try to save.
I am sorry about the burden you must bear, but truly, only you could bear it, and this must be for the best.
Do you believe in fate? You can't answer, can you? You no longer know what you believe. What you once thought was fiction is real and what you thought was real is turning out to be a lie, so what in the recesses of your mind can be trusted when nothing is as it should be, nothing can be like it once was.
You are still but a child, and yet you are grown. Are you caught in between, or has this always been the way? Maybe…people never truly grow up.
If being grown up means you know what to do, then how can anyone ever be? No one really ever knows anything, do they? Life can be snuffed out so quickly, because of one small mistake, but change one detail, and it is lost to another reality.
When you returned here, to where you belong, to whence you came, did you leave that world behind? Does it…still exist somewhere in the vastness of existence? What has become of you there? Where you murdered your best friend, who was suffering so, all because of you.
Now don't be like that, little deer. You cannot just ignore what you have done, even if it never happened in your reality.
Who is she to you, really? You left her. Left without a look back. But here she is, so young and beautiful…so tortured. Innocence corrupted. And you love that about her, don't you?
Am I asking you too many questions? You seem distracted.
But what is that over there in the forest? That gleam of spiritual flurry. Follow it, child, and let your adventure begin.