02-14-2019, 10:27 PM
[align=center]action — "speech" — thoughts
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Crow didn't know Delilah at all. To him, her name was just the name of another stranger that floated through his head. He could recall the way she looked—she was there when he made his arrival to Tanglewood—but after that moment, his mind was blank. Perhaps he'd seen her walking around, heard the rumours when she disappeared, but he paid them no mind. She was and possibly never would be important to him.
He hung toward the back, glancing with an awkwardness in the air around his figure, afraid if he stepped to close he would shatter the atmosphere as if the emotions were made of glass.
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