*There's a giggle before Selphie takes a small breath, calming herself and putting on her story reading voice*
It's called Sun and Moon.
Moon glanced away shyly as Sun came closer to her, not till he was touching but close enough that the creatures running a muck on their decks could cross from one to the other. He tended to get closer than was needed, from time to time. A small whistle. A happy chirp, a simple wink in her direction.
It was love. She couldn't think of any other ship out there that she would want to sail with for this long. Oh there had been others. Friends and what not. But none of them were as handsome nor as charming as Sun.
He nudged into her softly one day, a simple brush up to get her attention. It was barely a tap. She groaned at the movement and giggled.
You see - the ships are totally flirting! I knew it all along!
On deck the crews of creatures started to yell.
Someone hollered “Who let Marco drive!?”
Someone else called “I thought you were seasoned pirates!’
Someone still sighed lovingly, leaning over the railing to look down at the two of them.
That's me! That's me sighing lovingly! Tee hee!~
“Selphie, stop daydreaming and give me a hand.” Someone called to the girl, and she giggled, waved at the two ships, and bounced off. “I’m coming!”
Moon blushed, pulling slightly behind Sun, drifting near his wake but never too close, never too far. He was perfect in her eyes, in every way.
Isn't that the most adorable ship romance you have ever heard?
Please don't send me your compliments for the story - remember, it wasn't me that wrote it. And I'm not just saying that. If I'd written this, I'd totally tell everyone! But if you wanna say some nice stuff, then who knows, maybe the mystery romance writer will make themself known!
I hope you enjoyed that story, everyone!
Peace out!~
Hi, everyone.
*At least she doesn't sound so grumpy today, though her voice is somewhat more timid than usual*
I think I upset a lot of people yesterday. I was mean to people who really, really didn't deserve it. So...I wanted to say that I'm really sorry.
But - if everyone was doing opposite stuff yesterday, then, I guess, at least that shows that usually I'm a nice, happy, friendly person, right?
*There's an awkward laugh at her attempts to make light of her situation. She'd been pretty mean to people she hadn't even met, too*
That doesn't make it okay, though. So, again, I'm really sorry, and I hope that people still want to be friends.
*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*
