MisaMadness

Darkness covered the corners of a barrack, laying lone and quiet. Things were different, things had changed; it was all because it had happened. No matter how many flower arrangements covered the small area, or how crisp the sheets were, it wouldn't change anything. Nothing could change this, nothing would ever change this. This barrack was stuck in the world of the lost, and tied down by mourning. The flower arrangements had died swiftly, lacking the care they needed, and had not been replaced. The sheets on the bed were abnormally ruffled instead of their crisp and clean manner. Those sheets had rarely ever been used, but they were dirty an

It was late at night before Karina finally left the stark halls of Las Noches. As of late, she felt as if she'd been trapped inside the white walls, and as if it all was going to consume her. When she moved about, distant melodies of strange songs she couldn't recall rang throughout her mind. Those melodies, unlike the other songs she had heard, produced no euphoria. With each note, a soft pang of pain hit her; creating a melancholic attitude about her. She could feel her feet drag with every step she took as she moved along throughout Hueco. She knew exactly where she was going to go, and she knew exactly why. "I'm empty..." Her voice echoed