That feeling of safety vanishes just like she how she awoke from that dream, or what felt like a dream. He had returned, he hadn't abonded her and she was with him, she felt safe. Still, she approached, slowly and still unsure. The man would mutter on in the nightmare of his mind about all things. Then the mumbling came, it was one she had heard many times in the bed. When she finally cracked the door open and stared through the gap the darkened hallway was empty with only the sound of someone walking up the stairs only for a few moments for them to tumble down and lie in a heap on the floor. So when she heard the front door open, she hesitated. Issac's action was something that made her feel almost. Her 'Father' wouldn't accept it the first time then came to the pain. That instead of being angry he seemed happy, even laughing, and instead of hitting her he merely lightly rubbed the top of her head and even dismissed her apology. Eri felt some guilt over this, if it wasn't for her Isaac would still of had the suit he wore when he saved her but when he tried to apologise he only laughed, patted her head and said: "No need to say sorry" She assumed that he had taken it with him when he left, as it was nowhere to be seen. Occasionally, Isaac would raise his mask, throw a smile over then get back to work on what he called a R.I.G. It had become a place of safety for her, a noisy solitude that she savour worked in. It was a place she had spent a lot of time in, watching Isaac work. She felt lost without him, alone, and begged to herself that he would come home soon and even as the Sunset, she waited and waited and waited. That fear had grown as the day had dragged on with still no appearance from Isaac. She had been awake ever since the morning that Isaac wasn't there, waiting in fear. With a rub of her eye, feeling the remnants of tears, she silently sat there.Įri wasn't sure how or when she had fallen to sleep. When it had be confirmed they were in the right place a mess of white hair rose from the damp pillow, a small horn protruding on the right side of the forehead. They darted around the darkroom, making sure they were still there.
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