Six months later~
There is an upright thing about time that no matter how tough it is, it always withers away, slow or fast. Some wounds subside with time and some become a lethal infection over time. We don't have a choice to pick, it's just what it is. Why don't they all heal? Why this unfairness? No one had known why this happens till this day but all they could do is to wait and see what time brings for them. Either it heals them or makes them more prone to breakage. They say with time you get stronger but actually with time you just become a little less impatient to reach the end as you are already getting closer to it.
The once green leaves of the Ra's forest had wilted to a pale yellowish hue as they were finally announcing their departure from the tree, their home once, leaving it all deserted behind. But what is a home anyway if not the first place you learn to run away from? Naked, discolored trees stood there like a live depiction of feebleness and grief.
