05-28-2019, 01:41 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 600px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 550px; padding: 0px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]After the eruption, Junji had fled the island; admittedly, he felt bad about it. He left Goldenluxury. He left Luca. The two people he felt so close to. His only friends in the world, and he left them. Speaking honestly, the angel did not know why he did; perhaps it was the fear of getting close to them, or the fear that they would end up turning on him, or the guilt about leeching off of Goldie. He took over her home... did she hate him for that? Did she ever want him gone?
All those thoughts and worries had eventually brought him to Snowbound, where he found a warm lodge and then promptly locked himself inside for a few months. The creatures there were friendly enough. Every once in a while he would hear a knock on the door, a friendly voice outside asking if he was doing alright. Prolonged silence would push them away after a while. But, after several months of staying cooped up inside, Junji finally mustered the strength to go out. He took the one thing that meant the most to him from the lodge and set off back to the Typhoon.
And now, as he stood on the edge of the island, the little feline cried. He stood with a fat, yellow plushie hanging from his mouth and tears rolling down his cheeks; after a few minutes, he took a few steps further onto the island and set the stuffed creature down between his paws. "Goldie-ee," Junji managed through a sob, lifting a dainty paw to wipe at his damp cheeks.
All those thoughts and worries had eventually brought him to Snowbound, where he found a warm lodge and then promptly locked himself inside for a few months. The creatures there were friendly enough. Every once in a while he would hear a knock on the door, a friendly voice outside asking if he was doing alright. Prolonged silence would push them away after a while. But, after several months of staying cooped up inside, Junji finally mustered the strength to go out. He took the one thing that meant the most to him from the lodge and set off back to the Typhoon.
And now, as he stood on the edge of the island, the little feline cried. He stood with a fat, yellow plushie hanging from his mouth and tears rolling down his cheeks; after a few minutes, he took a few steps further onto the island and set the stuffed creature down between his paws. "Goldie-ee," Junji managed through a sob, lifting a dainty paw to wipe at his damp cheeks.
[align=center][div style="font-size:17pt;line-height:1.1;color:white;font-family:impact"][i]hello my old heart