The class went by in a blur to Shy, who normally could recall the faintest detail about something that had happened in the class, whether it was a small tone of voice a student told the teacher, or the simplest gestures she could recall. She loved it, for the more and more she tried to ignore it, the world she lived in was filled with magic, and wonder. Though no one knew that Shy could remember this much of her life, but she could, and she would, for this was her bank of memories that she needed to help her live her life thoroughly. Nothing she did would fix her past, so she tried to make the best of the horrid future she knew was awaiting her.
Thanatos on the other hand, did not notice the small things, though the class was a blur to him, mixed with other schools, and classes before today. He was thinking on the girl of his dreams, the one that had haunted him in his dreams, always telling him about her life, before something changed in her, her face always hidden by the shadows, though her hair was hidden not by the shadows, but by a shawl.
When the bell rand both stood up and waited for the people to drift away from them, to go to their next class. Shy was drawn to Thanatos for he did not judge her, and Thanatos to Shy for she seemed to hide her true nature from the world around her. Though both did not know that they knew each other more than they thought, that Shy was the one who visited his dreams, and told him tales about her life, while he watched her tell them with a fascination that no one else could face.
The day went on like this, until the school day ended and Shy ran off faster than most kids could track her. Her feet were a blur on the ground, she seemed to float like a ghost, but she was moving fast to get out of her personal hell. She loved school, but the people in it made her want to gag, though she knew better. Once she was out of eye sight from the school, she went into the little field that came after the school. She wandered around in there, until she came to the end, and then walked towards her house from there.
Her house was hidden by trees and flowers blooming crazily everywhere, but she loved them for they made her life seem as if it were a tale her mother told her when she was small and could not sleep. In her house she took off her clothes, until she was just in tights, and a tank top.
She made herself dinner, and began doing her homework that way she could go to the studio to begin practicing for her recital. After all the only thing that Shy was known for was her voice, she could sing without needing a teacher, she knew how to hit the pitch just right for it to sound beautiful to someone's ears.
Thanatos on the other hand, did not notice the small things, though the class was a blur to him, mixed with other schools, and classes before today. He was thinking on the girl of his dreams, the one that had haunted him in his dreams, always telling him about her life, before something changed in her, her face always hidden by the shadows, though her hair was hidden not by the shadows, but by a shawl.
When the bell rand both stood up and waited for the people to drift away from them, to go to their next class. Shy was drawn to Thanatos for he did not judge her, and Thanatos to Shy for she seemed to hide her true nature from the world around her. Though both did not know that they knew each other more than they thought, that Shy was the one who visited his dreams, and told him tales about her life, while he watched her tell them with a fascination that no one else could face.
The day went on like this, until the school day ended and Shy ran off faster than most kids could track her. Her feet were a blur on the ground, she seemed to float like a ghost, but she was moving fast to get out of her personal hell. She loved school, but the people in it made her want to gag, though she knew better. Once she was out of eye sight from the school, she went into the little field that came after the school. She wandered around in there, until she came to the end, and then walked towards her house from there.
Her house was hidden by trees and flowers blooming crazily everywhere, but she loved them for they made her life seem as if it were a tale her mother told her when she was small and could not sleep. In her house she took off her clothes, until she was just in tights, and a tank top.
She made herself dinner, and began doing her homework that way she could go to the studio to begin practicing for her recital. After all the only thing that Shy was known for was her voice, she could sing without needing a teacher, she knew how to hit the pitch just right for it to sound beautiful to someone's ears.
