April 18, 2010.
Rejection
"This isn't your world."
Valkyrie Cain opened her eyes slowly, with a little dread. That had been a bad dream, a horrendous dream, but of course it wasn't real, was it? Her mirror was smudged with chalk, windowsill worn. Her protective clothing was laid out, yet the room was empty, somehow. Oh yeah. He was gone. Well, good riddance.
One tear, filled with rejection, the pain of being turned down.
A/N: I like the word 'horrendous'. A lot.
Palsy and amusia and silent murder~
Sweethearted.