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Originally Posted by Spartan-117
She holds a leaf, then starts to shred it before she picks a handful or pretty - ew - flowers and some grass strands. She quickly weaves them into a crown, then she looks at him and offers it to him before she shrugs. "I understand that feeling. I lost my best friend to..." She stops herself and looks away before she can say the word that she fears. "he killed himself..." |
He accepts the crown, putting it on his head and leaning against the trunk of the tree. "I'm sorry that happened," he said, looking sadly at her. He remembered as a child receiving news that one of his cousins had done the same - but he hadn't been close with them. Simon looks up through the leaves of the tree, and watches a cloud drift over the sun.