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this is a save from 2019 btw, there have been more people since
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this might just be the shit that brings me out of my half-decade hiatus
this is a save from 2019 btw, there have been more people since
… what do you mean my 20th heir just died and it would have been game over had she not JUUUUST moved in with her new boy toy
As usual, giving some maintenance to the graveyard comes first.
Fed Up
Admittedly that’s not how you’d want to speak to long-lost family members on a first meeting.
But I’m just so done with this big mystery of theirs. Who do they think they all are, to decide what I deserve to know or not.
And what the plumbob is a Forgotten Hollow?
Goodbye for Now
“So… This is goodbye huh?”
“Yep. Have no doubt we’ll see each other again though.”
“I’d enjoy that.”
“I mean you know, with the lifestyle, I don’t think the whole relationship thing…”
“I know, I know. I’m the same, you know that. But I do want to see you again.”
So here’s hoping. I’ve not gotten enough of Wendell.
The twins are cooking when I arrive at their house. Elder’s Day is, after all, half about the family meals.
That includes the ice-cream.
The Paternal Side
Talk to enough people and a name can end up turning into an address. So here I am, in the middle of the night, ready to knock at a stranger’s door. I get told to come in, and I do, to be greeted by a woman who recoils in shock right away.
“Hannah?” she gasps.
The woman is Amandine Lopez. My aunt.
Can’t Say Goodbye
The sun is setting on Puerto Llamante. I haven’t set a foot in the forest yet. Time flew by and it’s only the sound of the first crickets that made us get up from our shared table.
But still, inside we talk more. Share more. It’s hard to say goodbye. It’s hard to stop listening.
If an afternoon is all it takes to spark that sort of connection, how had I never felt this before? Because this is new, brand new. At this point, I’d started believing my heart would never race like it is right now.