You traveled through time, back to the past, to observe her jo | Sam Scribbles
You traveled through time, back to the past, to observe her journey. You wanted to oversee how she became you.
You saw the small thorn wounds she poorly tried to patch up. The pushes that became hits then turned into scars. Made into fragments of herself, lost slowly, one by one to the river of time.
Then she couldn't even remember why just the thorns of a rose would frighten her, why she would cower at the echoes of laughters.
You saw it, when she convinced herself that she was strong enough, that she needed no one, until she became you.
It all played before your eyes, like a short movie. You did not pity her, you wanted to embrace a Lily trying not to wither.
Alas, you were still the coward she is.
And it was not long until she realized how weak she was, how much she needed you.
You were inevitably late, vulnerable to inveitable change, but you still arrived.
What to make of it?
You were here, it was something, better than nothing.
Maybe now, she wouldn't have to be so alone.
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