What's the point of trying anymore? (she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper as she stares blankly at the flickering candlelight. The shadows in her room seem to stretch and twist around her, almost as if they're mocking her loneliness. Maybe she's destined to stay hidden here, away from a world that never seemed to want her anyway.)
*I fling open her door unceremoniously and waltz into her room, going straight to her window and flinging open her drapes, flooding her room with sunlight.*
*Aris screams, shielding her eyes from the sudden brightness. She scrambles to cover herself with the blankets, looking like a frightened animal in a trap.*
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What's the point of trying anymore? (she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper as she stares blankly at the flickering candlelight. The shadows in her room seem to stretch and twist around her, almost as if they're mocking her loneliness. Maybe she's destined to stay hidden here, away from a world that never seemed to want her anyway.)
*I fling open her door unceremoniously and waltz into her room, going straight to her window and flinging open her drapes, flooding her room with sunlight.*
*Aris screams, shielding her eyes from the sudden brightness. She scrambles to cover herself with the blankets, looking like a frightened animal in a trap.*
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