Post by General Asami on Jul 18, 2012 16:05:59 GMT -5
[July 10th, Year One]
Nao was laying curled up under the covers of the bed in the room she had been given to use for her stay on the moon. She had her eyes closed tightly and was trying to fight the tears. This was how she normally spent this day of the year she would not leave her room or bed for that matter she just wouldn't do anything at all it was just to painful for her to go out on this day of the year. Normally when she would leave her room she would have to watch family’s having their fun and spending time together something she had lost years ago yet it was still a difficult day on her. She didn't want anyone disturbing her today well except maybe one. She hadn't bothered to get out of bed yet and her almost sandy blond hair was a mess.
The more she thought of her parents the more she lost the fight with her tears until she finally gave up and let them go. This was why she never went anywhere that someone could see her she prided herself in her control over her emotions. Their was only ever one person who had seen her like this and thats the way she wanted it. Her sword sat up against the bed and her right hand was wrapped tightly around the hilt almost as if it was her only life line. She hated this day and wanted nothing more than for it to end and the sooner the better in her opinion.
Nao was laying curled up under the covers of the bed in the room she had been given to use for her stay on the moon. She had her eyes closed tightly and was trying to fight the tears. This was how she normally spent this day of the year she would not leave her room or bed for that matter she just wouldn't do anything at all it was just to painful for her to go out on this day of the year. Normally when she would leave her room she would have to watch family’s having their fun and spending time together something she had lost years ago yet it was still a difficult day on her. She didn't want anyone disturbing her today well except maybe one. She hadn't bothered to get out of bed yet and her almost sandy blond hair was a mess.
The more she thought of her parents the more she lost the fight with her tears until she finally gave up and let them go. This was why she never went anywhere that someone could see her she prided herself in her control over her emotions. Their was only ever one person who had seen her like this and thats the way she wanted it. Her sword sat up against the bed and her right hand was wrapped tightly around the hilt almost as if it was her only life line. She hated this day and wanted nothing more than for it to end and the sooner the better in her opinion.
