Before Elise turned into a white rabbit. . . we all know she killed her own best friend. . . which is Eleanor, a sudden green light appears in front of her and tada! it's the white rabbit. I see still alive. Elise keeps looking down at Eleanor's dead body, She cannot take her eyes off what she's seeing, and of course, she just killed her own friend.
The white rabbit laughs evilly and goes behind them, hugging them. The whole background went dark. . .If there's one thing... One final thing which always occupied her mind, was the endearing love whom she received and gave. It was a feeling, a foreign one for the petite female. With the masses amount of misleading fortune, a misleading fate, a cruel one to be exact. Oh thy fate, which bestowed pitifully upon her.
There was nothing. Every feeling is rather dull for them, she was a messy thread of a bundle, she was the dark painted sky, she was the rains that resemblance the tears of heaven. How essential. The sky was often bright, showing it majestic light in broad daylight, where one assumes that's how their fate shall revolve.
Unknowing, of the dark who devoured those glimmering fate, those hopeful and happy fate turn dim. It is almost in the form of flickering light, a light that has lost its hope to fight back. Giving in, utterly weak by the amount of energy, slipping away from its very grasp. At certain times, that's how human works.
