❀ (( our little cherry blossoms )) completed

[raey]

oh no
wait what is happening here
aaaaaaaaaah
*heavy breathing*

[Asherwy]

scared joseph
that's what's happenin'
but its okay raerae
joseph just thinks he's losing a friend
s'all good :DDDDDDD

[raey]

*sniff*
*pats joseph*
everything is going to be all right

[Asherwy]

-looks at joseph-
-looks at rae-
._.
dont comfort him
-smacks joseph-
focus on your entrance exam

[casimir]

what do you mean thats all there is so far

[Asherwy]

im sorry

[casimir]

-raises fly swatter-

[Asherwy]

-blocks casi with wall of text-
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[Asherwy]

ten. candle
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People called her existence, the very essence of her being, a serendipity to their lives. Her friends, her
family; the multitude of accolades they deserted upon her body was enough to garnish an entire nation.
Whether those comments were counterfeited portraits or obligated courtesy, they were childhood snacks
that she no longer appreciated. Someone who has been told the same thing over and over again will
eventually turn away. Yet no one understood.

The first cup of snow tipped over, a curious crystal dissolving on Valerie's sun-kissed eyelashes as the
clouds began to mourn for their thawed daughter. Frosted children of intricate designs were conceived
all at once, venturing towards the earth, unable to control their ending as the ground stretched out to
meet the fallen flakes. Valerie pranced around the frozen tears in a jovial bout, squealing with jubilation
as one of them died on her tongue. Her golden curls were leaden with melted icy entities as she crunched
through the layer of pearly white essence underneath her designer boots, reaching a hand out to grasp
Case's. His hair was caged inside a heatless beanie, masses of gentle crystals perching peacefully atop the
soft, woolly hat. Case's dark lanterns gazed vacantly at a piece of trampled ice that was vanishing into
an unpleasant stain against her warmed glove. Steadily, he raised his head to leer tediously at her misty
grey eyes and asked her a peculiar question.

"Why do you let the snowflakes melt in your hair?"

Valerie's gaping grin reflected uncannily into Case's pupils, and he let go of her dampened mitten.
She giggled.

"I like how they disappear, it's like my hair is the flame and I'm burning them."

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[casimir]

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
why u so talented.