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piratejournal2014-03-07 06:24 pm
[audio - written] Selphie's Sad Times
*The journal starts off first with a breath, like someone is about to say something really important, but difficult to say. But instead of words, there's just a soft, slow sigh. Talking about this really isn't going to be easy, so she promptly decides to write things down instead. She writes very carefully, not committing to putting the words down until she's got them straight in her head, which is unusual for Selphie*
My whole life, I've never known my parents. They died when I was very young, it seemed, and recently I've gained back some memories of the orphanage I used to live in. I didn't know what they looked like, what they did, what kind of people they were. In a way, I think I accepted that. I was never adopted, and I was sent to live at a military school. That, for me, was always that. Of course I wondered. Of course I imagined they'd come back. But what I never imagined, was meeting someone here who does have memories of my parents.
These past couple of months, it's like my whole world has been flipped upside down, and I'm not even in my home world. Since the new year, one thing after another, and another. Sometimes it's just hard to know what to think anymore. It's not just this place, but the people too. I've always been a think-on-your-feet, live-in-the-moment type girl, but until recently, I don't think I ever really appreciated just how quickly everything can completely change, swept from beneath your feet, dumped on you from a great height.
Now that I've written this much, I'm not really sure what it is I wanted to say. I suppose, just that, even though this world isn't home, there's no underestimating what might happen, and how the people we meet here might affect us.
Just keep happy, everyone.
Just keep doing the things that make you smile.
*Then the journal entry finishes. There's not the usual signing of her name, not the usual message of love and peace, nor a scribbled love heart, or a smiley face. But she does go back to underline that last line, if even for her own sake than anyone else's*
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*Selphie nodded slightly towards the small pile of books she had given him. She knew the stories off by heart now, anyway*
Oh...so you can feel it? What about me? What do I feel like?
*She managed to look both curious and serious at the same time. Right then, she still felt that there was a niggling sadness that she was trying to get rid of, but it wasn't as strong as before he visited, and she was amused now, too*
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[Not an actual voice like a spoken one with words of its own, but the impression he'd get if he were singing a song and someone else said the same things, but in another tone.]
Either way, I'll read them! I'm getting tired of meditating and it's really hurting my head to keep doing it this way.
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Awesome! But - aww man, I'm sorry, asking you to do the reading thing when that's exactly the kinda headache you're trying to avoid!
*Looking a little sheepish, she points at one of the books*
That one is my favourite, but I'd love to know what you think when you're done with them.
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Still, that's a lotta romance books.
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Hmm...Yeah. Well, I've had a lot of time to kill. And romance - well, it was interesting..anyway. But I'm done with it now.
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Ahhh, but it's alright if I read 'em all? It'll definitely help with the headaches.
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*Selphie smiles brightly and nods her head in encouragement*
And like I said, once you're done we can talk about it and gossip about our favourite characters!
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Maybe. But, we're not callin' it gossip, alright?
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Okay, sure. It's not gossip. It's serious literary conversation, right?
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