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Westward, Part ILeopard always felt a twinge of paranoia when dealing with people from the past. The possibility that she stood out in behavior or appearance, or otherwise commanded the wrong sort of attention, was a fear that often lingered in her mind. But there was no second-guessing PDP 1-chan's intentions – she obviously just wanted Leopard to be her friend.
Penelope – as she had indicated her name to be – hadn't released Leopard's hand from her grip since she had towed her from the Lab; likewise, her strong pull hadn't eased a bit. If anything, it had become even more forceful, as if their destination was some great magnet to which she was attracted. “Move faster Miss Macintosh! We have to catch a train!”
“What? Train?” Leopard glared at the girl, “I thought we were just going down the street?”
Penelope fell silent for a moment. “There's been a change in plans. Mommy's feeling well enough to go out, so she decided she was going t
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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