[ Vanilla's voice is soft, watching the rain wash away petals with his eyes wide open. The strings slacken, snipped here or there. Every exhale taking with it a blackness. But there is still so much. Her souls is still stuck, bound.
He remembers, that first month, how she enjoyed the hug and once he has her attention, he opens his arms, his smile soft. Come hug Peepaw, he missed you. ]
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[ Vanilla's voice is soft, watching the rain wash away petals with his eyes wide open. The strings slacken, snipped here or there. Every exhale taking with it a blackness. But there is still so much. Her souls is still stuck, bound.
He remembers, that first month, how she enjoyed the hug and once he has her attention, he opens his arms, his smile soft. Come hug Peepaw, he missed you. ]