Lonely, Lonely Heart

Dimly, a memory surfaced from childhood, the vivid recollection of standing in the garden of her grandparents' old home, watching the thin strands of web, the tiny legs of the fly struggling with urgency, the inability of its wings to carry it away, as slowly, ever so slowly, the spider crept forward, one leg over the other. Spoilers for Kamen Rider Revice #34.