A Will That Must Stand Alone
Fresh sunlight cut across the floor when Videl tied her boots - then it hit her: the academy had started hunting her Long sword again. The air felt heavier suddenly, like before thunder rolls in.
Light from dawn crept in through a slim window, laying golden patches on the worn wood below. Quiet settled, just for a breath, like stillness could mean safety. Mornings such as this one pretend time stands still.
But it had.
The moment her thoughts settled—
So did the weight in her chest.
"…Right."
Fingers curled, just a little, perched on the mattress rim. Sunlit strands slipped past her collarbone, pooling by her arms. Those blue eyes - steady most days - held something quieter today, a thin wire of strain threading through.
Stopping wasn't in their plans.
Last night changed everything.
Still stuck on how their eyes lingered, cold and sharp. Never quite the same since that moment froze in place.
