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Truemu - Blog Posts
When the stars finally rose above the cliffpoint, the man crouched in front let out a shakey breath.
"And I thought I'd be the first to go..."
"Were you all close?"
He turned behind him to the man with the squirrel tail, letting out a little huff under his breath. The other man tilted his head.
"Ian...?"
He turned back towards the gravestone in front of him, tears swelling up and spilling out from the corner of his eyes. He nodded.
"...yeah..." He started, smiling. "...I guess you could say that."
This is... wow... angst at it's finest!
A small piece for a work in project story myself and @summerthebloomer4554 are working on. The poor boy is alone and he doesn't know what to do. Thank Notch he still has his wits about him!