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capeandcowllogs2012-09-29 05:52 pm
soulbondee) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-09-29 05:52 pm
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Even if we get hurt, we can't just hesitate now
WHO: Yuma & Astral
WHERE: Porter Tower and walking
WHEN: TODAY
WARNINGS: Zexals
WHAT: Astral is alive!!
WORDS: Yes
The message came when Yuma wasn't expecting, and at first he didn't know who it was, or what to do with it. Just his name, from an unlisted number? He had his hunches and was throwing on his socks and shoes before he got the confirmation, and was out the door -- and rushing back in for something else, and rushing back out -- not much later than that.
He sprinted the whole way, as if thinking that person would disappear again if he took too long.
There was so much he needed to say, that he needed to talk about and explain, and too many things to apologize for. There were so many complications and so many messes, and Yuma felt the blame for them clinging to his shoulders like a heavy overcoat soaked with rain. But it would be okay now. Yuma wasn't going to let himself make those same mistakes again, not when they meant losing something this precious.
The building's doors slammed open from the force of his entry, and he thought the stairs would crack under the force of his run, but finally he skidded his way into the main room of the Porter Tower, looking for that unusual figure.
WHERE: Porter Tower and walking
WHEN: TODAY
WARNINGS: Zexals
WHAT: Astral is alive!!
WORDS: Yes
The message came when Yuma wasn't expecting, and at first he didn't know who it was, or what to do with it. Just his name, from an unlisted number? He had his hunches and was throwing on his socks and shoes before he got the confirmation, and was out the door -- and rushing back in for something else, and rushing back out -- not much later than that.
He sprinted the whole way, as if thinking that person would disappear again if he took too long.
There was so much he needed to say, that he needed to talk about and explain, and too many things to apologize for. There were so many complications and so many messes, and Yuma felt the blame for them clinging to his shoulders like a heavy overcoat soaked with rain. But it would be okay now. Yuma wasn't going to let himself make those same mistakes again, not when they meant losing something this precious.
The building's doors slammed open from the force of his entry, and he thought the stairs would crack under the force of his run, but finally he skidded his way into the main room of the Porter Tower, looking for that unusual figure.