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The pleasant smell of cookies filled her mind, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed into the air. It was making her hungry, and food was already scarce enough to fill her belly. But the man whom stood, tending to the cookies... It was him she truly wanted to see.

It had been too long, and their upcoming reunion was something she anticipated, hoped it would come. Seeing his arms open wide, ready to embrace her, made the heart jump up to her chest from the pit of her stomach. 

“H-Henry...!” She proceeded to hobble quickly into his arms and wrap her own around him, her face softly colliding with his abdomen. She missed him so much!

Her eyes began to well up with tears at the mention of Henry. She missed him dearly.

“L-Lillithe p-promise.” She replied meekly before bowing her head towards the other. She watched as the other took their leave, making their way down the hall before turning and moving out of sight. She stared at the open door of the apartment, before she hesitantly began to make her way through the doorway.

“H-…Henry?” She called out quietly.

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Long Time Gone Sentence Memes

“I thought you were dead.”

“So what’ve you been doing since you left?”

“Did you even think about calling?”

“But I went to your funeral!”

“What happened to you?”

“I’ve thought about you every day since.”

“So I left, what’s the big deal?”

“I tried to call you.”

“Did you ever get that postcard I sent?”

“Have you told anyone?”

“So you disappear off the face of the earth and then you come back and just expect to pick up exactly where we left off?”

“I came back for you.”

“Did it ever occur to you that I might’ve moved on?”

“Well maybe I don’t want to see you again.”

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

“I left you a billion voicemails.”

“Don’t ever do that again.”

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Her eyes began to well up with tears at the mention of Henry. She missed him dearly.

“L-Lillithe p-promise.” She replied meekly before bowing her head towards the other. She watched as the other took their leave, making their way down the hall before turning and moving out of sight. She stared at the open door of the apartment, before she hesitantly began to make her way through the doorway.

“H-...Henry?” She called out quietly.

She stood before him, so still one could mistake her for a statue as her glossed over marble blue eyes stared at the masked visage of the other. Their presence felt vague, she did not feel comfortable, but did not know why. Soft, distressed whimpers left her as she began to bring up  her hands to her collar bone, twiddling her thumbs anxiously.

“N-not Henry… Who?” She asked with child-like curiosity.

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She never liked being alone, but if it meant it would prevent pain for the both of them, she would willingly subject herself to loneliness for as long as it took. She swallowed back a lump in her throat, before she  stood to her feet, and continued to back away...

It hurt her, that it had come to this, that they had to separate each other, after all they’ve been through together, after all the hardships they’ve surpassed together.

“G-Good-bye, Henry...” These very words came out choked, before she would finally turn away from him, and continue to distance herself further from him.

She quieted the moment she heard him spoke, freezing as she looked up at him, her obsidian eyes staring into his own like a deer in the headlights. She didn’t want to hurt him, not Henry. She lowered her head, and crawled back slowly.

 “U-understand…” She mumbles softly,before slipping her obsidian eyes shut and shuddering from how cold she felt. Her arms moved up to hold herself, digging her fingers into her tender flesh, her shoulders tensing as she began to rock herself. “A-alone…Safe…?”

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She quieted the moment she heard him spoke, freezing as she looked up at him, her obsidian eyes staring into his own like a deer in the headlights. She didn’t want to hurt him, not Henry. She lowered her head, and crawled back slowly.

 “U-understand...” She mumbles softly, before slipping her obsidian eyes shut and shuddering from how cold she felt. Her arms moved up to hold herself, digging her fingers into her tender flesh, her shoulders tensing as she began to rock herself. “A-alone...Safe...?”

Dismayed, she begins to drag herself along the floor, pawing and clawing at the tiles desperately, blood unearthing from her fingernails, accompanying the black stains upon the floor, as it spread. Sobs tore from her emaciated ribcage as tears streamed down her face.

A hand extends to him, reaching desperately, but he is out of reach. “W-why?!” She replies in a tone that is pained, confused. She is a quaking personification of loneliness as she slowly sits up, and tucks her knees towards her body, and continues to cry.

“H-henry…” Further words are lost to her, as she is reduced to distraught babbling before him.

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She stood before him, so still one could mistake her for a statue as her glossed over marble blue eyes stared at the masked visage of the other. Their presence felt vague, she did not feel comfortable, but did not know why. Soft, distressed whimpers left her as she began to bring up  her hands to her collar bone, twiddling her thumbs anxiously.

“N-not Henry... Who?” She asked with child-like curiosity.

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“ Oh my. Now who do we have here~? ” instead of the LOVING && GENTLE visage of the man the young girl knows, a man appeared when she PLEADINGLY called for Henry. the mask did little to QUELL the ominous air around them. “ Ah, it is you. The incarnation of misfortune && despair. “

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OOC;

Guess what blog I’m working on now?

-cackling- I need to stop making blogs.

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Dismayed, she begins to drag herself along the floor, pawing and clawing at the tiles desperately, blood unearthing from her fingernails, accompanying the black stains upon the floor, as it spread. Sobs tore from her emaciated ribcage as tears streamed down her face.

A hand extends to him, reaching desperately, but he is out of reach. “W-why?!” She replies in a tone that is pained, confused. She is a quaking personification of loneliness as she slowly sits up, and tucks her knees towards her body, and continues to cry.

“H-henry...” Further words are lost to her, as she is reduced to distraught babbling before him.

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“H-Henry…!” She stuttered in a lonely tone as she dragged her feet along the floor as she slowly moved forward to him, opting to move directly into his arms. She felt so cold. She was not aware was not like she was before, not aware she was dead, of how she now appeared before the other. She sought his warmth, the comfort he brought within his embrace.

Her hand dragged along the walls, attempting to keep herself balanced, oblivious to the black stains she was leaving behind. She wanted just to hug him, to hold his hand. “H-Henry…” She called out to him again, as she drew near. Her legs wobbled, as she would attempt to stand on her own, but faltered and fell to her bruised, bloodied knees.                                                                                           He came back…

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“H-Henry...!” She stuttered in a lonely tone as she dragged her feet along the floor as she slowly moved forward to him, opting to move directly into his arms. She felt so cold. She was not aware was not like she was before, not aware she was dead, of how she now appeared before the other. She sought his warmth, the comfort he brought within his embrace.

Her hand dragged along the walls, attempting to keep herself balanced, oblivious to the black stains she was leaving behind. She wanted just to hug him, to hold his hand. “H-Henry...” She called out to him again, as she drew near. Her legs wobbled, as she would attempt to stand on her own, but faltered and fell to her bruised, bloodied knees.                                                                                           He came back...

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Let’s kick off my return with a starter call!

I will be capping it at 5.

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OOC;

Alright, guys... I think I’m finally back on here. My other blogs helped me gain the confidence I needed to reach out more often, and I apologize to those of you who may have missed me.

But I am here now. I am making a return to all the blogs that were inactive.

I will be updating my formatting style here.

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