02-22-2021, 08:41 PM
The air was almost suffocating around here. The cold, bitter anger at knowing someone else was living his life, his mother losing her memories, and the utterly deep chest feeling that he'll never see one of his other mothers again. It was time to pick up and leave. He took his pack, taking some of his closest memories, his easier to carry possessions, and left a written letter in his hut. He still had items in his hut that he would leave behind, but not for other people. A promise he would be back.
To whoever is reading this,
My name is Brandyskies Roux, and I'll return soon. I need to take some time to myself and discover who I am again. Please tell my mother I love her dearly and I'll be back soon, and keep her safe for me please. As for my house, I'll be back for that soon too. Please don't break my surfboard.
Brandy.
By the time anyone could read the note, Brandy was across the border and heading for the swamp.
"SPEECH"
[align=center]♡♡♡To whoever is reading this,
My name is Brandyskies Roux, and I'll return soon. I need to take some time to myself and discover who I am again. Please tell my mother I love her dearly and I'll be back soon, and keep her safe for me please. As for my house, I'll be back for that soon too. Please don't break my surfboard.
Brandy.
By the time anyone could read the note, Brandy was across the border and heading for the swamp.
"SPEECH"
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TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN