by mundy » Fri Apr 23, 2010 3:47 pm
Demyx went over to the place where he had washed up weeks before. he scanned the sand, then saw something that looked like a book.
journal......
he opened it up.
the entry was written in his curvy handwriting.
Day three~
I've stopped at the train station. its clear no one has noticed i'm gone just yet, or at least, no ones come to get me...
i also am not old enough to buy a train ticket. damnit, where the hell did i think i could go?
end.