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samuel carter
— sleep well, my flower..
POSTED ON Jul 5, 2021 2:13:01 GMT
Several thoughts swirled through Sam's head all at once.
Taking on Mt. Pyre had become quite the adventure for him and to try and take a break from it all, he was told he should go and visit a quiet town.
Petalburg was quiet, right? Felt quiet...and quite boring too.
That is, until he was walking past a flower bed and a woman just sat up like she'd risen from a grave.
Too many horror movies had him tensing and turning his gaze toward her. He was facing her back, and only as he watched her movements did he realize that she seemed a bit lost.
Approaching her from behind would warrant him ... a creep. Because he was trying really very hard to disassociate the title of 'creepy graveyard guy' from himself, he purposed to walk a bit around her and then into her view. If she looked at him, he'd give her a friendly wave. If not, he'd wave to get her attention.
Either way, she was greeted with a polite smile.
"Are you hurt?"
She looked dazed, confused, and she was just sitting in the middle of the park alone. It dawned on Sam then that maybe she was purposing to be alone. Inwardly, he scolded himself.
'Well, it's too late now...'
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