Flowers for a ghost // open+visiting

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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags

goldie was a wreck, to say the least. she never stopped moving. she kept walking around everywhere and doing literally anything she could do to keep herself busy. the little girl was already overworking herself. she couldn't understand her feelings. she'd never felt like this before and it hurt so bad. but, she was trying to ignore it. maybe it would go away if she just ignored it. she didn't know what else to do, anyway. it felt awful.

she had run out of things to do and was walking all about frantically, when she scented something familiar. the snowbound, and more specifically, mister jacob. she instantly stopped and blinked for a few moments before quickly moving towards him. she missed him deeply and quite honestly wanted to see him now more than ever. she actually was nearly running towards him. her upset expression turned a little lighter. as she got close, though, she noticed something. a little rubber ducky that looked like papa. he...he didn't know.

her expression instantly dropped and she gritted her teeth, now running towards jacob in an attempt to hug him. she didn't even notice the cookies he brought. if he let her hug him, she would hide his face in him, silent tears running down it. she didn't know what to say. she kind of felt bad that she just ran towards him and cried on him with no explanation, but she couldn't speak. she didn't know how to say it. but, she ought to try. she owed him that. "h-he's...he's g-g-go-gone..." her voice was a whisper.