[would that they could all use with a snack. tired as she is, she draws the plate with the baked bread closer to them on the couch (so get your ass up here, nero), and offers it to himeka.
the reminder of her children has taken the hunger away from her. her children need her. her boys. and what is she doing, but playing house in this farm? lying down in the horizon wilting her will away?—]
Yes, in the Horizon. I tried removing myself from it, but I ended up entering so many memories of others.
[—a family is forever, but doesn't she dream of them every night, wishing she wouldn't wake up? just so she could spend one more moment with them.
big tears blur her eyes and, oh, maybe she would like to have a snack, too? wanda pulls her feet up on the couch, presses her hands onto her eyes, covering her face, a sob escaping her, then another, her shoulders shaking.
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the reminder of her children has taken the hunger away from her. her children need her. her boys. and what is she doing, but playing house in this farm? lying down in the horizon wilting her will away?—]
Yes, in the Horizon. I tried removing myself from it, but I ended up entering so many memories of others.
[—a family is forever, but doesn't she dream of them every night, wishing she wouldn't wake up? just so she could spend one more moment with them.
big tears blur her eyes and, oh, maybe she would like to have a snack, too? wanda pulls her feet up on the couch, presses her hands onto her eyes, covering her face, a sob escaping her, then another, her shoulders shaking.
she can't ever go back to them.]