NALUANGEL WROTE THIS:
Running. Always running. No matter what, I'm running. Running away from the past, the future, the present, even life itself. I never really liked staying in one place for long. When I was little I loved to run. Running was all I ever felt like doing, even when I was dying.
That was my life. Running. Alive or dead, didn't matter. Even though I'm dead and in heaven, I still want to run. I've only been in heaven for a week, and yes, I still feel like running. Being here has calmed me down very little. I still miss life, I mean who doesn't. The bright white clouds, golden gate, and the angelic tunes are nothing compared to earth.
The ground under my feet,the blue sky above me, the air around me is gone. Without it I feel lonely. They were my best friends. Friends that were always there for me. Didn't leave me because I was weak, small, or frightened. I had friends that were actually people, but they had to leave because life is a cruel mistress, taking things away from me. Anyway I don't know how this story escaped heaven. You may believe if this story is true or not, all I know is that this is the story of a young girl who was always running.
When I was little my father was usually too busy with work that he rarely talked to sister and me. My mother would always love to talk with us, she was kind, sweet, and gentle towards everyone. Then one day she died and left us. Erza and me cried for hours each day. Father never cried