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Ch- 30 Froggy hops 🐸

9:44

I fumble with my phone, nervously checking the time whenever someone passes me on the street. I was a little early, but I was still wondering if I got stood up.

 I mean, who would meet with a stranger who dug up their contact info and supposedly dark past.. just to make up with the very person who made their past dark.. in the first place?

"Seraphina?"

Well, Claire would. apparently

We sat down in two chairs near the front of the café, a dim foggy window to my left. The clatter of tableware in the distance calmed my nerves ever so slightly as we sat in silence

"..So, what did you want to ask?" She sputters, not meeting my eyes

I think for a bit before talking

deep breaths in.. Seraphina

"John.. is my friend," I start

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I walk, the heels of my shoe clacking against the slightly damp concrete of the side walk, the bustle of the crowd drawing me in as I wander

drip

I place a hand out testingly, and a drop of water falls into it

Its going to rain..

My thoughts are pulled back into what I was told back at the café, It was all laid out in plain sight..

Claire told me everything about Boston, what John did, what he was like.. and everything I was treading around just snapped in place, the ice I thought was too thin to even breathe on felt so much thicker than before.. It felt like I was seeing everything but not understanding it at all, the way his eyes lingered on the low tiers, the way he hid his abilities, the way he always hated the royals...

I feel my heart throb

It made sense, or at least most of it did..

Claire wasn't a completely faithful narrator, but I could pick out the pieces that were missing from the story and stick them where I needed them.

 Claire told me John was a monster, a fixable one, she didn't trust John in her story, never gave his thought process a second glance or thought about how it would've looked from an outside view

I should really try to help them make up when I have the chance..

Now that my thoughts were moving along it felt like my head was about to pop, I could've never guessed this would mostly be summed up to bad communication and misunderstandings? Though im really not one to talk..

Now that I know this, I feel like I can talk to him. I feel like i can understand what hes been doing, try to help him..

That's what a friend is, isnt it?

I take a deep breath out, and look up at the pale cloudy sky

"Im ready, wait for me idiot"

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Famil bondung 🏡

Cecile--the real shi TM (muted)
*Remi-- Princeachu
*Elaine-- Princess helth
Blyke--Idiot
Isen--Idiotx2
Arlo--Daddy👨‍👦‍👦
John-- Premium dumbass
*Seraphina--Sera
Evie -- Ultimate bean

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