The Lonely One
It was dark on the roads of Shibusen at night. She held on to her left arm with her other hand clenched tightly around it. She stared off into the blue, wondering what her friends were doing...
The wind picked up, dragging the crimson leaves of the fall around her feet. She sighed, crushed by the feelings of regret. She had hurt so many of her loved ones so many times, she thought she should just end it all, and herself, but she had been writing poems like Maka had said, and it was helping her a little. Still, that ugly feeling ate at her, dragging her down into a pit of despair.
Wandering farther into alley ways, she dragged herself forward. She wanted nothing more than to be saved, to be pulled out of her dredful feelings.
Crona, the lonely one.