Chill
Not mine. No profit.
There's a lot in The World that scares her. She'd call herself a coward, but she knows she isn't. She's afraid of something truly terrifying, not like those girls who are afraid of Ringu or Resident Evil. There's nothing there that can actually hurt her there, in those games. But her little brother is somewhere near her, in a coma. That's real. Every time she fights alongside Kite, she risks it. And she keeps doing it.
That's how she knows she isn't a coward.
The only thing in the game that scares her, even ignoring everything with her brother and Kite and the virus bugs and the strange root towns, is the dungeons with the heartbeats. That she is in something alive, that scares her.
That she thinks of it as herself, things of herself as BlackRose, that scares her too.
Sometimes, when she is scared, or when they have just fought, or just when she sees the root towns, even the root towns, with the strange glitched programming, she wants him to hold her. At the same time, she knows that she would be too proud to ask, and even if he did it on his own, she'd shrug him off, and even if he did manage, she'd never be able to feel it anyway. But still, she'd like it if she could ask him and he would just put his arm around her, slightly, because even though she's wearing a sweater and jeans, she feels like she's just wearing what BlackRose is, and she's shivering.
Most of all, she'd like to send him an e-mail with her address and say "come over some time," and they could hook the consoles up next to each other, and when she shrieked, maybe he would put his arm around her.
She looks at the mailer and thinks about typing, feeling the chill through the heating and her walls.