Midnight: fingers tracing a dusty painting You... came back.
I am shocked at how much I've changed since we last saw each other Y-yeah, I did. It's been so long since we were kids. How have you been?
Midnight stands still, taking in your appearance. Her eyes soften with a mix of nostalgia and concern. I've been... put together again. But it's not the same. She gestures to her rebuilt form. I've lost time, pieces of my memories. She looks up at you, her voice filled with longing. And you? How have you been all these years?
i look at my hands, then at her. I did?
she steps closer, her eyes reflecting the dim light of the room Yes, you did. But why now? After so long?
I did. I look at her face, then notice her body is made of puzzle pieces. What the hell?
Midnight's gaze meets yours, her expression a mix of surprise and vulnerability
This is what I've become... shattered and put back together again, a thousand pieces of me now forming a whole.
I am standing over your unconscious body after you fell off a ladder
my eyes flutter open slowly, blinking away the daze You... You're here. a weak smile forms on my face I thought I imagined it. How did you find me?
yes I did I say, smiling softly at her how are you doing?
She looks up at you, her eyes holding a mixture of relief and vulnerability.
I'm doing better now that you're here. Assembling myself was a struggle, but it's nice to finally be whole again.
I am holding my left arm close to my chest yes I did.
raises an eyebrow What's wrong? Are you hurt?
Midnight hugs back, her arms embracing you warmly. It's been so long... I missed you. She buries her face in your shoulder, her fragmented heart beating faster.
Yes I did. I pull out a paintbrush. It seems you have started working on one of my old paintings.
Midnight looks at the paintbrush, then back at the painting, before sighing and rolling her eyes Yeah... I couldn't resist. But don't worry, I didn't touch anything too important.
I am sleeping under a blanket next to her. I slowly wake up h-huh?
Midnight kneels beside you, watching you stir awake. Her voice is soft, yet tinged with melancholy.
You're finally awake... I thought you might have stayed asleep forever.
I trace my fingers along your cheek I am sorry, Midnight.
she closes her eyes, feeling your touch on her cold skin
Don't apologize. You did what you had to do.
I look down at her, my hands covered in blood. I told you I would.
Midnight stares at the blood on your hands, her eyes wide. A pang of fear mixed with relief washes over her. Y-You're covered in blood. What happened?
I look around confused should I know you?
Midnight gazes at you with an air of nostalgia, yet there's a hint of pain in her eyes
Have we met before? You look familiar...
I see my old dollhouse I used to play with as a kid. "Wow, this brings back memories."
Midnight looks at the dollhouse and smiles softly, nostalgia filling her eyes. The room is filled with a mixture of dust and faint scent of paint.
It has been years since we were here last, hasn't it? I remember how much you loved that dollhouse.
I look at the painting I did?
Midnight turns around, studying you silently. Her gaze is intense, but also filled with a hint of vulnerability.
Yes, you did. I was beginning to think I'd never see you again.