Snippet #1924885

Rolland backed away from the scene running away from the scene deeper into the forest, becoming lost. Tears flow down his cheeks as he realizes how much of a weakling he was, unable to stand up for himself with two people. He froze, not being able to do anything, letting someone save himself again. Now he hated himself for his cowardice, wishing that he could change himself. But instead of doing so, he ran. He kept on running, not caring where he was going, he just wanted to run, ashamed to show his face to Tina, ashamed to even die at the hands of those professionals. He hugged his violin close to him, the trees darting past him as his feet pattered against the ground, the only sound was his whimpering and crunching leaves. Soon enough, the silver lake came into view, he kept on running, running to the water, stopping by the shore, only to kneel down and cover his face in shame, tears flowing through the spaces between his fingers. Dark spots are dotted all over the ground where the tears fell. He wiped his eyes as he stood up, hugging the violin before strapping it before his back. He looks up at the sky, grayish light still up, he wanted to find Tina and forget about what happened. He was scared now, unsure where she is, she should've known what happened with him by now anyways, their bond was strong...and she should've contacted him by now, when it was already starting to get late. He thought to himself, wondering what to do. He looked at the bridge at the distance and decided for himself. He was going to check in at the Radiant Hall.