all she had ever wanted was to forget. but even when she thought she had, pieces kept on emerging here and there, like bits of wood floating to the surface that only hinted at the shipwreck below. because that is what happens when she tries to run from her past. it doesn't just catch up to her: it over takes, blotting out the future, the landscape, even the very sky, until there is no path left except for the one that leads through it.
the only one that can ever take her home.