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girlalfons.livejournal.com[It was almost an impossible feeling, being stuck in a strange world for so long. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years, all while everything around her kept changing and changing, except for those steadfast constants.
'Fake Central' stopped being called that long ago for her--this *WAS* Central. This was her home, the place where she'd been happiest, where she'd decided that everything was worth it.
Alfons stepped out of her house and onto the street for her morning walk, fingering her growing hair. No matter what she did to it, the old pixie cut always felt right. It was growing long again--to her shoulders and fanning out--she'd probably have to ask someone to chop it for her. Still...
It was almost unfathomable that she would be able to leave this place, or be able to part from those who had been close to her for so long. Perhaps being stuck in an extraordinary situation made you numb to the thought of going home. She knew Al wanted to go back, but...
What if she couldn't...?
With a sigh she kept forward, moving towards a nearby shop and leaned against the wall, looking up in thought.]
'Fake Central' stopped being called that long ago for her--this *WAS* Central. This was her home, the place where she'd been happiest, where she'd decided that everything was worth it.
Alfons stepped out of her house and onto the street for her morning walk, fingering her growing hair. No matter what she did to it, the old pixie cut always felt right. It was growing long again--to her shoulders and fanning out--she'd probably have to ask someone to chop it for her. Still...
It was almost unfathomable that she would be able to leave this place, or be able to part from those who had been close to her for so long. Perhaps being stuck in an extraordinary situation made you numb to the thought of going home. She knew Al wanted to go back, but...
What if she couldn't...?
With a sigh she kept forward, moving towards a nearby shop and leaned against the wall, looking up in thought.]
