WantsToLoseHerMask

Before Chihiro left the Spirit World, Haku gave her a small stem of white flowers. She had almost forgotten them when she left, until on the other side she reached into her pocket. Details of her time in the Spirit World may have begun to fade, but the flower never did. It sat in a small vase in her bedroom, just as fresh and white as the day she received it. As she grew older, she would sit on her bed and trace the petals. Memories would flood her mind, and her friends faces would become bright in her mind again. The scent of the flower brought her back to the bathhouse. Her parents wondered about her sometimes, she knew. She had never ma

She ran. She had been running for hours. At, least, it felt like it. She honestly couldn't tel how much time had passed, or even gauge it by the sun. There was no sun. Rain beat down from overhead, sliding down her face and into her eyes. She raised a hand blindly and wiped her eyes. No time to stop. Not now. Not while he was still chasing her. Not while she was still in danger. Brambles tore at her arms, catching on her clothes. She pulled through the branches, breathing heavily, eyes darting from place to place. Then she saw it. The highway. She was only 200, 300 yards left. She could make it. A gunshot. She stared at the hole in th

Before Chihiro left the Spirit World, Haku gave her a small stem of white flowers. She had almost forgotten them when she left, until on the other side she reached into her pocket. Details of her time in the Spirit World may have begun to fade, but the flower never did. It sat in a small vase in her bedroom, just as fresh and white as the day she received it. As she grew older, she would sit on her bed and trace the petals. Memories would flood her mind, and her friends faces would become bright in her mind again. The scent of the flower brought her back to the bathhouse. Her parents wondered about her sometimes, she knew. She had never ma