Loglet: 'Ro alone.

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Tiny loglet in which 'Ro ponders what to write in her comment to Kylun's journal. Set, obviously, right before she does.

She only had a very few photographs – aged snapshots that were creased and dog-eared with the wear of a thousand handlings and spotted here and there along the edges. She knew them by touch, almost, her finger tracing the crook of a smile as familiar as the curve of the sun’s rays.

Mama. Papa.

She was nothing more than a downy-headed baby in the pictures, nestled securely in her parent’s arms. She could barely remember that sense of safeness, security anymore… she had lost it so long ago. Of course, she had fought hard to regain it over the years, and she had found that it was possible to create a home for herself and others, a place where they could feel safe and welcome. But she still missed them.

Imagine, waking up one day and finding that your parents weren’t actually dead – that they were alive and well, and what’s more, looking for you. Imagine being able to see them, to make up for all that time you had lost, time you had thought they were gone forever. What kind of feelings would there be? Joy, hope, elation… What could one say to an opportunity like that?

I wish it was me. It’s not fair. Why do you get this and not me? Why won’t I ever see them again?

Words cannot express how glad I am for you. Please, stay as long as you need.