ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠ*̣̩⋆̩ my REFLECTION tells
ᅠme whether I should learn
ᅠᅠ to fear the feather ⋆̩*̣̩
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠ☪·̩͙ got so sick of being
ᅠon my own, now the devil
ᅠᅠ won't leave me alone ⋆̩*̣̩
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
And yet. . . Those two had fought for her, even when she had passed on. She had expected nothing to happen, but. . . This sounded like an all-out war happened in her absence.
She pushed back her hair behind her ear.
“...I only did what felt right.”
ᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
The cat has caught her tongue. She stood there as her lips glued shut, a struggle to focus on the events he described. Her eyes lit in a gold as she began to load something.
Buzzer.
No access.
“Grandpa... I know he must've meant well.”
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠ
She then took a step to crouch back to his level, her golden locks sink over her shoulder as she stared him in the eye.
“I'm sorry. I- I. . .” She sighed and sat on the ground with defeat. She was at a loss of words. For years she'd thought she wasn't special.
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