anaïs

by the time she came to her senses, she was aimlessly wandering the streets of a city she didn't know. as empty as they were, she felt safer that way; being left alone with just the streetlights to keep her company gave her a peace she couldn't explain. though she was unscathed and unharmed, her mind and body felt like it had been ravaged, torn apart by something so unexplainably painful that she could do nothing but forget.

indeed, she knew nothing: she didn't know who she was, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know what she was. attempts at clearing the fog in her head only served to amplify the migraine she was desperately trying to relieve. remembering meant little to her if it would only hurt her more. she simply closed her eyes and let her feet lead her to wherever they wanted to go.

the one thing that was clear to her, however, was a longing for something, a desire to obtain that which was just within her reach, but could not obtain. what she wanted, she did not know yet. but there was a tenacity within her that she knew would make her relentless in her pursuit.

though the streetlights around her were bright, another light in the distance shone brighter. following it seemed like the best thing to do...