Hello y'all. This is my first Matrix fic, so constructive crit would be
appreciated.
DISCLAIMER: The Matrix does not belong to me.
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She was always such a quiet little girl. Quiet, and sometimes distant. But she seemed content enough, so I let that pass.
As a child, she would always be found on the computer, surfing the net. I guess now she didn't have many friends.
There was this kind of spiritual calm about her. Always about her, radiating and affecting all those nearby. At times she could be unresponsive, almost-emotionless, but once again, I let that pass.
Now I wonder why.
She'd been missing for almost ten years now. Ten long years. I wonder where she'd gone.
My husband couldn't believe it. According to him, she had everything a child needed: a family, a home, an education, and all other sorts of other things. He still thinks she might just come back someday, standing on the doorstep, brushing her short black hair out of her eyes like she always did.
I almost thought I saw her once, when I was out on the street, arms ladened with groceries. I had practically tripped and fell as she hurtled around the corner, narrowly missing me. I was about to yell for her to slow down when I saw her, truly saw her, for the first time.
There was the same black hair, the same air of determination. But her clothes and attire was just so different I thought it was a stranger. It was only later, thinking back, when I had made the connection.
Nonsense, I had told myself. She's never coming back. She's gone for good.
But gone to where?
Wherever she is, I know she's still out there, and I hope she's finally happy.
Take care, Trinity.
DISCLAIMER: The Matrix does not belong to me.
****
She was always such a quiet little girl. Quiet, and sometimes distant. But she seemed content enough, so I let that pass.
As a child, she would always be found on the computer, surfing the net. I guess now she didn't have many friends.
There was this kind of spiritual calm about her. Always about her, radiating and affecting all those nearby. At times she could be unresponsive, almost-emotionless, but once again, I let that pass.
Now I wonder why.
She'd been missing for almost ten years now. Ten long years. I wonder where she'd gone.
My husband couldn't believe it. According to him, she had everything a child needed: a family, a home, an education, and all other sorts of other things. He still thinks she might just come back someday, standing on the doorstep, brushing her short black hair out of her eyes like she always did.
I almost thought I saw her once, when I was out on the street, arms ladened with groceries. I had practically tripped and fell as she hurtled around the corner, narrowly missing me. I was about to yell for her to slow down when I saw her, truly saw her, for the first time.
There was the same black hair, the same air of determination. But her clothes and attire was just so different I thought it was a stranger. It was only later, thinking back, when I had made the connection.
Nonsense, I had told myself. She's never coming back. She's gone for good.
But gone to where?
Wherever she is, I know she's still out there, and I hope she's finally happy.
Take care, Trinity.