Posted January 17, 2025 by OctiWriter
Development Log
You've learned to recognize the signs: the way he freezes, the way his gaze hardens, the way he retreats inward, or when he dozes off into space. You know those names and places must remind him of that cursed night. Or cursed nights. Grief haunts him, and no matter how much time passes, it's like he's still trapped in that horrid moment, carrying the weight of trauma he can never escape. You wish you could do more, but for now, silence is all you can offer.
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“We can sit down and chat a bit,” you suggest, glancing at Ash.
“Yeah, sure. That sounds good,” he says, nodding.
The two of you settle on your bed, sitting cross-legged and facing each other. There’s a comfortable pause as you both get situated.
Ash tilts his head, his eyes searching yours. “So... what do you wanna talk about?” he asks, his tone curious but light, like he’s ready for anything you might say.
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.The two of you head outside. The crisp air bites at the skin of your face, but luckily not the rest of your body as your clothes serve as protection against the cold.
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<div class="handwritten">//Oct 3rd, 2022 Did laundry. One of my socks disappeared in the dryer. Where do they even go?//</div>
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after "even go."