12-03-2020, 04:20 PM
I'm blinded by the lights.
No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch.
After he wrote his letter, he put away the inkwell, rolled up the paper, and picked it and the fur scrap up. Grief was heavy on his shoulders. As he exited the cave, he caught sight of Basil. Tempa tilted his head, slowly walking toward her, hesitant. Questions he didn't wish to answer were gonna be asked, he was damn well sure of it. But he pushed it aside, and he set down the letter and fur. "Hey, Basil? That is your name, right? Can I ask what you're doing along the beach?" He partially knew why, but he just wanted to make sure.
"Speech."
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" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗