i. the perpetual dreamer
"You believe in forever, don't you?"
"Forever and ever."
A hesitant pause, reticent and a near mockery of contemplation.
"It's a nice thought, isn't it?"
She woke, slowly becoming aware of the fact that she was wet, sea foam soaking her clothes, water lapping her clothes. The ground beneath her was soft, surrendering easily, swept away by the briny current, waves stealing more secrets than she'll ever know. The sun beat upon her and she could feel the water drying on her skin. And a pungent smell clung to her, almost tangible in her mouth and she wondered if the taste of salt was merely mermaid tears… a secret that she'd never know.
Looking around, she saw nothing but shut houses and closed stalls, bright colours dreary against the clear blue sky, paling in strange detachment.
Her hands seemed strange, slender limbs that had somehow become alien to her. Not bizarre exactly, just… odd.
She glanced down, and noticed that she was wearing white shirt, damp and a little too tight for her liking.
Yet there are red stained flecked upon the blouse, and her blood went cold. It's dry. There's also some concealed on what's left of her… shorts.
Oh.
Oh god.
Her breath froze, throat thick and her voice became hardly more than a whisper, rendered inaudible by the breeze.
Why… why was there blood—
What happened?
How did she get here?
Where was she?
Only then did she realize that she had no idea what her name was.
Disclaimer: ffvii is not mine.