this line I’m walking is paper thin -- open, return

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

the girl continued her nonstop work as she walked about the territory, being sure to keep as busy as possible. before, she had done it to avoid grief, now she did it to be sure that everyone was okay and to be helpful to her papa. she was admittedly tired, and her head only seemed to grow worse instead of better, but she didn't care enough. she absolutely would not sleep. she couldn't do that again. not anytime soon, anyway. it was sleep that had let her papa die alone. she wasn't going to let it happen again.

the injured feline was attracted by the sound of voices, overhearing vanessa welcome back someone. who was it? paper, she said. oh yes, she'd seen him a few times before. she hoped he was okay. the girl walked over slowly to investigate, wincing slightly due to her head. she wore a small smile, but it faltered slightly as they talked about papa's temporary death. she didn't want to talk about it. "hey, welcome back!" she greeted kindly, nodding her head. "uh, yea, papa is okay now. have you been okay?"