08-05-2018, 09:25 PM
Cry downed the last of her mother's signature strawberry smothie in one final gulp. She lied back on her back, legs spread out infront of her. She sighed, the flavor still lingering on her tongue. She raised a wing. Didn't you two hear me grab a drink its not like the ghosts of my family are gonna come drink them. She put her arm back down. They... weren't ghosts. They were just... not here.
"SPEECH"