Dear Wall..

[Madvillain]

While listening to some music, Morena glared at the wall.
Stuff written all over it by familiar faces ,
macho's and butchers , maniacs and moneymakers.
Life of a merc is full of ups and downs , people seemed to have their own ways of dealing with it.
Her eyes stopped at something Peach scribbled on it: P <3 M.

It has been almost a year since she last heard of Peach,
one of those macho moneymakers.
The kid that convinced her to cut loose from roots, helped her escape from the homicidal elder Espi, and introduced her into the Reaver merc company, flew off.
Probably the stress of the job got to him , maybe he got blown to pieces,
who knows.
Little of his promises of a better life materialized, little of the person she was back then remained.

The times of serving the Corsair Brotherhood were nothing more than a distant memory.
Word reached her that her father went down a strikingly similar road.
She wasn't sure if she'd put a bulled between his eyes if they would ever got to meet again.
Surprisingly there wasn't a bounty on el prez.

Sometimes she wished she could return to who she once was.
When she met peach , when she was respected.
But that girl is dead , forever gone.

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