Flowers for a ghost // open+visiting

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

the girl felt a little better when mister jacob wrapped his paws around her, allowing her tense muscles to relax slightly. she felt comforted just by his presence, along with vanessa's as she arrived and helped explain the situation. but, then mister jacob didn't understand. maybe she should have worded it better. she didn't like to say it so straightforward, though. it hurt. she didn't want to think about it like that. his confusion only made it hurt worse, though. he wasn't coming back.

"n-no, he's...h-he bled ou-out. i-in th-the mi-middle o-of th-the n-night. i-i c-could've sa-saved him if i h-had just been aw-awake. i'm s-sorry, m-mister jacob. i'm s-s-so, s-so sorry." the girl's pain was clear in her quiet voice. she still didn't flat out say that he was dead, but she hoped that her wording made more sense now. she couldn't say that he died. she couldn't. she didn't want to admit it. she felt so bad about it. she knows she could have saved him.