each spring felt longer than the last, the time ticked slowly. maybe it was the animosity of waiting for something that'd never happen, or maybe it was just the unrealistic ideals presented in something. that was something toga struggled with. it'd been so long since she's seen you, so many unspoken words— thoughts, motions. — honestly, it makes her wonder, what would you do if you saw how she was now? would you turn on her like everyone else? did every word she's ever blabbed out mean nothing to you?

"well aren't you such a pretty sight to see?", she'd murmer to herself.

but all when you saw toga again propped with the league of villains— you were shocked. you weren't exactly in your best attire either, and it's been a while since both you and toga seen eachother. toga paused and said, "hey. guys! can we stop here for a moment? i saw something that caught my eye. im going to go see it again, 'kay?"