If there's one shining beacon that he vividly remembers from his brief stint here on Prismatica, it's probably Angela. They had shared quite a bit of time together, and from his perspective, most of the intimacy he indulged in was with her. Nevertheless, it's still hazy, like a dream threatening to disappear into nothingness when you wake up with a jolt.
He knows she's there, approaching him, but he wouldn't be able to say with confidence that he knew it was Angela herself. At least he's not on edge, his posture relaxed as she gets closer and once he can look over his shoulder comfortably to get a look at his curious bystander, his eyes widen in vague recognition. Her bright outfit stands out like a sunspot in the dreary world he's dredged up, despite its beautiful calm.
She felt like a dream, when he'd returned back to his own 'universe'. He had been convinced that he'd never see the neon planet and its pulled-in residents ever again and made it a point to try and forget it all.
"Angela."
It's said after quite a bit of pause, eyes searching her face and making sure he got the right name. It has been a few months, nearly a year, so it's only natural.
WELL GOOD!!
He knows she's there, approaching him, but he wouldn't be able to say with confidence that he knew it was Angela herself. At least he's not on edge, his posture relaxed as she gets closer and once he can look over his shoulder comfortably to get a look at his curious bystander, his eyes widen in vague recognition. Her bright outfit stands out like a sunspot in the dreary world he's dredged up, despite its beautiful calm.
She felt like a dream, when he'd returned back to his own 'universe'. He had been convinced that he'd never see the neon planet and its pulled-in residents ever again and made it a point to try and forget it all.
"Angela."
It's said after quite a bit of pause, eyes searching her face and making sure he got the right name. It has been a few months, nearly a year, so it's only natural.