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It was but a lost child. I probably shouldn’t have stared at it so horrifically. “Can you help me? I’m lost.”“Oh god,” I uttered before I could stop myself. I tear my heavy glare away from the short, chubby little thing. I ran in here to lose myself, not to be found. Another quick little glance is stolen before I smear my hand across my dry eyes, feeling the cool relief from my fingers seep through weary eyelids. “Fine,” I sigh, dropping my hand from my face. “Make sure you’re following me. I don’t ...
It was when she began to tap her heel on the concrete that I started to fidget, a nervous habit of mine. She continues to stare me down, though this time with a slight brow raised upon seeing my subconscious movements. The lady suddenly takes a keen interest in my face, narrowing her eyes upon studying mine. “Hm. You have pretty eyes.” “Thank you,” I reply, her judgmental demeanor weighing heavy...
“...It’s snowing,” I breathed, sweeping my eyes along the frosted scenery. A winter cabin sat several meters in front of me, the surrounding area occupied with dozens of snow-glazed trees ranging from Maple to Evergreen. I glance down, suddenly making note that my feet were sporting a pair of boots I hadn’t put on since I was twelve. “Oh!” I gasp, finally realizing why I felt oddly out of place. “I haven’t seen...
“Are you always this quiet?” “Stop talking.” “And rude. Is this how you treat a victim?” “For the love of god, please shut up.” “Why? Scared you’ll lose your footing if I say too much?” “Quite the opposite, actually. The more you talk, the more inclined I feel to push you off this ledge.” The figure beside her feigns an expression of fear. “Rina, I’m horrified. Do...
"It's so nice to be out here tonight..." Mother said, her arms linked behind her back as she looked up at the sky. I stopped abruptly when we reached a familiar place. "Mom," I said, as I pointed towards the school park, "can we go there? I haven't been on a swing for a long time!" I looked at the swings, remembering just how much I loved going on them back in daycare. Mother sighed. "We came out here to walk, not to play on swings, Inari." "Aww, but I wanted to swing on them too!" Satoshi exclaimed.Mothe...
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