Nitar stood in a empty room, though she like always ignored the webs and dust. She didn't care about it, she didn't care about a lot of things, only finding her past is what she cared about. Since she has lost her memory she has never tryed to start a new life, she didn't want to, she wanted her old life back, whatever her old life was, but she has considered it, like she would think 'what if my old life is horrible?', or 'what if I was selfish and mean?', and then she would think if she would want a life like that, but she would say no, always no, she wouldn't want to be selfish or mean, she didn't want a sad past, she wanted a happy one where she was kind and nice and new who she was, but is it to be? Is she to live a life without knowing who she is? But she has decided long ago she will not start a new life, never, she will go on with her life once she knows who she is.
She stood there looking out of a window, her hair was damp after taking a morning shower, like she normally does. Her hair was down, and her eyes seemed to dull with the passing minute. She never moved a muscle, everything was still and quiet. Though after a bit her wins slightly moved to wrap herself, for the room grew cold, since it is winter, and it was snowing outside, so to her it seemed like the whole academy seemed cold.
She stood there looking out of a window, her hair was damp after taking a morning shower, like she normally does. Her hair was down, and her eyes seemed to dull with the passing minute. She never moved a muscle, everything was still and quiet. Though after a bit her wins slightly moved to wrap herself, for the room grew cold, since it is winter, and it was snowing outside, so to her it seemed like the whole academy seemed cold.