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- OOC First Name
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- Who Cares?
- Wand
- Pear Wood, Unicorn hair core, 14 inches
- Age
- 12/23/2033 (27)
Sapphire just wanted to scream. With her hood up and her hands deep in her pockets she had wondered out here. She wouldn't cry, it just wasn't in her. She had sworn years ago she didn't care anymore, that she wouldn't let anyone else see that they'd messed with her. Ever. Not that she had bothered with anyone long enough for that to happen. At least, that's what she had thought.
This wasn't fair, she knew that. She shouldn't be reacting this way. She let out a frustrated groan and kicked a rock in front of her to the side, hard. She was startled by the splash that followed shortly after. She looked up for the first time in a while. Huh, she was at the lake. She'd been wondering for who knew how long and she hadn't been paying attention to where she was going.
She let out another sigh and pulled her hands from her pockets, uncrumpling the letter that had set her off and looking at it. It was from one of the volunteers back at the Orphanage. Casper, a six-year-old she had told stories to before bed, had been adopted and he'd asked the worker to tell Sapph goodbye for him. She grimaced. It wasn't the first time this had happened. Kids came and go from the Orphanage quickly, aside from her. She knew better than to get attached to any of them.
With another frustrated groan she threw the letter into the lake, chucking it as hard as she could, before sinking down onto her rear. She put her hood down and ran her fingers through her hair. She sighed, a single tear slipping down her cheek. She tangled both hands in her hair and whimpered softly.
"This is why you don't care," She whispered softly, "This is why you can't care."
This wasn't fair, she knew that. She shouldn't be reacting this way. She let out a frustrated groan and kicked a rock in front of her to the side, hard. She was startled by the splash that followed shortly after. She looked up for the first time in a while. Huh, she was at the lake. She'd been wondering for who knew how long and she hadn't been paying attention to where she was going.
She let out another sigh and pulled her hands from her pockets, uncrumpling the letter that had set her off and looking at it. It was from one of the volunteers back at the Orphanage. Casper, a six-year-old she had told stories to before bed, had been adopted and he'd asked the worker to tell Sapph goodbye for him. She grimaced. It wasn't the first time this had happened. Kids came and go from the Orphanage quickly, aside from her. She knew better than to get attached to any of them.
With another frustrated groan she threw the letter into the lake, chucking it as hard as she could, before sinking down onto her rear. She put her hood down and ran her fingers through her hair. She sighed, a single tear slipping down her cheek. She tangled both hands in her hair and whimpered softly.
"This is why you don't care," She whispered softly, "This is why you can't care."