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17th Teddy Bear [A Sad Accidental/Action] [forward-dated to tomorrow]
[Gracia's gone.
Elicia didn't expect such an impossible idea again, not after having to experience it a first time when she herself had first arrived without her mother. Despite the news and the tears that followed, she still went to school. Be brave, be strong; mama never cried in front of people. So she won't either. She sits through her classes, blank-faced, attentive. Papa must be hurting really bad right now, too, just like mama did when he left.
So she has to be tough, like him.
School is out, and she sits quietly where she always does for her father, near the doors. Expressionless. She goes through her bag, taking out her journal and tucking it behind backpack, taking her fairytale book, tucking it behind her journal, searching, searching—and at last pulls out her sketchpad to draw while she waits; she really doesn't feel the urge to right now, but she's not sure what else to do. She flips open the front, and sees a picture of all three of them.
...all three.
Elicia hugs the sketchbook close to her, crushing her bag and everything in it. The journal slips down at her side, recording the almost-silence; little, quiet sobs shake the backpack, muffled in it. The blank look twists into a pained one, downcast into her drawing.]
...W-where did you go...? You were here, mama... Papa and I want you to come back...!!
Please come back...
Elicia didn't expect such an impossible idea again, not after having to experience it a first time when she herself had first arrived without her mother. Despite the news and the tears that followed, she still went to school. Be brave, be strong; mama never cried in front of people. So she won't either. She sits through her classes, blank-faced, attentive. Papa must be hurting really bad right now, too, just like mama did when he left.
So she has to be tough, like him.
School is out, and she sits quietly where she always does for her father, near the doors. Expressionless. She goes through her bag, taking out her journal and tucking it behind backpack, taking her fairytale book, tucking it behind her journal, searching, searching—and at last pulls out her sketchpad to draw while she waits; she really doesn't feel the urge to right now, but she's not sure what else to do. She flips open the front, and sees a picture of all three of them.
...all three.
Elicia hugs the sketchbook close to her, crushing her bag and everything in it. The journal slips down at her side, recording the almost-silence; little, quiet sobs shake the backpack, muffled in it. The blank look twists into a pained one, downcast into her drawing.]
...W-where did you go...? You were here, mama... Papa and I want you to come back...!!
Please come back...
Re: [voice]
[She makes a quiet, sad noise, wiping her eyes.]
I-if you didn't wanna be my friend... you just had t-to say...
[voice]
... Hearing that you think anything else is breaking her.] ... I don't have a lot of friends back home... they all disappear and never come back...
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[voice]
We... have no choice but to let the bad people take away family and friends, and we never see them again. We're expected to smile... it hurts to smile and try to be happy when you're left all alone...
Re: [voice]
[She sniffles, wiping her eyes.]
S-so please don't hate me and my friends...! 'C-cause... we like you... and even if you don't like me, I'd always be your friend; that's what friends do! Y-you won't know that if you stay away from everybody...
[voice]
I do want to be your friend, Elicia. I really do... [Why did this hurt so much?]
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[voice]
[You won't disappear, too... right?]
Re: [voice]
Even if you're upset or mad at people, it's 'cause you got hurt at home. So we just have to be your friends and show you we're not all bad and we like you!
[She beams, sniffling.]
'Cause there's only one Kaori, so that makes her very special, just like me and papa and everyone else.
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[voice]
T-th... thank you...