Hate, love, attention— a maddening haze of red. Bruised lips and purple-kissed knuckles that soon turn pale as the skin continues to heal from its cracks. The wall's practically falling apart, but she's fixed it.

The wall didn't do anything. It was her own, selfish wish that led her to driving you away from her. It was her fault that you hate her now.

She just wished to love you, but everything's fallen apart. Such an envious creature that would burn everything to the ground just to have a glimpse of a life with you, she almost did, it was so close to happening—

But no, it cannot happen, or else the world may come to an end. Her father couldn't allow that to happen.

Stripped of her privileges and power to access the files of humanity, she's only ever allowed to keep a close eye on you from afar. To see how you're doing, if you ever.. remember her and her various acts committed out of obsessiveness over a human that doesn't know what they did to deserve it.

You didn't deserve to be tormented by her love. And she didn't deserve your love, not any of it.

She's such a stupid little girl, yearning love that a god like her shouldn't need.

A part of her that stayed deeply human even when she became something that any mortal would wish to be.

She aimlessly walks around the block, dressed in clothes that look far too vintage to be considered modern attire. It's the only clothes she knows that are of human fashion, and by the primodrials' graces—

You bump into her, coincidentally. She didn't plan any of this, her bow, glaringly red, tied up to her stupid ponytail that you would recognize anywhere. Her eyes, white as the stars, widen as she realizes—

"Wait," Her voice cracks, her hand grabbing your wrist. "Don't, don't go— please." A pathetic plea from a miserable girl, May looks to you.

She's waited so long just to talk to you again. Apologize for her sins, let you wash her clean and be born anew. She'd go on her knees if she has to, she would destroy time and space for you.