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6/21/2016 12:11:44 AM
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"[i]Are you alright..?[/i]"
[b]She seemed a bit worried.[/b]
[spoiler]Sweat pants...
It said sweat pants.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]did it..? Jesus...[/spoiler] She put her hands on her face. [i]"Ugh! I'm sorry... I'm just really bad at this... that, and I feel really weird for some reason..."[/i]
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"[i]Don't worry Abby. If it helps you can...write it out?[/i]" [b]Ophélia smiled, hanging half of her legs off of the hamoc.[/b]
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She looks at her legs, still feeling odd. Her stomach was filled with little bits of... it felt like little butterflies. Her abdomen felt a really weird warmth. [i]"I dunno... what do you mean, write it out..?"[/i]
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"[i]Write on paper. Let me read it.[/i]"
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She grabs a piece of paper, on which there was an absolutely beautiful drawing of flowers, and scribbles. She then passes the paper along, with the pencil. On one side of the sheet, the one with the flowers, she wrote down her questions. [i]Where were you born? How old are you? Am I really your only friend? Because you're totally my only friend too! How do you stay so pretty? What's your favourite food? What's your favourite drink? What's your favourite book? What do you know about love? Feeling written on the back.[/i] And on the other end, there was another scribble, one of a perfectly drawn waterfall. [i]I feel like I have butterflies in my stomach, my chest burns, but it doesn't hurt. My legs feel weird. Am I okay???[/i]
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Edited by TradePrinceMally: 6/21/2016 12:51:11 AM"[i]To answer your questions...[/i]" [b]She begins to write onto the letter. Giggling. It reads.[/b] [i]I was born in a Neurological biosphere. Where they created my cells and birthed me. I am 26 years old. You're truly my only friend. I stay pretty by fitness...Eating valuable prey. My favorite food is Clam chowder. My favorite drink is coffee. My favorite book is 'Night', and...Love is...Something I wish to feel.[/i] [b]Ophélia passes the note to Abby.[/b]
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She reads them all, her eyes sparkling with wonder. [i]"Wow... you're amazing. There's no other words. Well... that's false. There's a ton of other words. Awesome, fantastic, incredible, admirable! You're so cool..."[/i] She says... she didn't know why she was saying that. It just... carried what she felt. [i]"I love coffee too, Night is also one of my preferred books, and... I want to feel love too. I really hope that, someday, I'll find my soulmate... the person I was meant to be with. And I'm twenty-six, just like you! Isn't that awesome?"[/i] She giggles. She didn't feel weird anymore... she felt good. The strange feelings were good to her, so she welcomed them in. Although she was still curious about their source...
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"[i]That's all wonderful...[/i]" [b]Ophélia giggled loudly, her face all red. [/b]
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She flipped the note to see if she had written anything else, still giggling. [i]"You're the best... I'm really glad I saved your life..."[/i]
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"[i]Thank you so much Abby...[/i]" [b]Ophélia lays onto her back, The hamoc moving down a bit.[/b]
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[i]"Thank you for being there."[/i] She giggles. [i]"Tired? I'll let you sleep."[/i] She smiles, turning off the nightstand lamp.
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"[i]Thanks Abby... Rest well.[/i]" [b]Ophélia rolls to her side, her sweater keeping her warm.[/b]
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[i]"Good night, Ophé... sweet dreams..."[/i] Abby falls asleep, staring up at the dreamy Ophélia. She would have one of those dreams, the ones that wake you up with a little surprise...
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[b]Ophélia dreamt of home. Still being heavily confused. Yet happy.[/b]
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[spoiler]so... do we, like, end it here? Or do we do a tiny timeskip?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]End it for now. We can continue later.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]alright[/spoiler]
