A/N: This one is going to be short- and sad. It's mainly discussing the topic of goodbyes, and memories. I know that this can make people really upset or emotional, so let this be a fair warning.
It was a pain that was felt in the heart, not physically. It was a pain all of them had known at one point.
Everyone who has said goodbye to someone, knowing that it was for good this time, knows what it feels like- tight throats and tears, but also the laughter and hope and memories that are held.
Then the goodbyes where you don't know if it means forever. Where you desperately wish that it isn't. Where you are just so uncertain about whether or not you'll ever see them again.
And sometimes, at these goodbyes, or after them, thoughts and memories came flooding back. Wishing you'd stopped during your time together, and taken a moment to look at them, to appreciate and adore everything they were. To love them so much that it hurt. Hurt even more than all the goodbyes combined.
But even though it hurt, they knew that it would happen again. They would love again. They would have to say goodbye again. They would have each other, shoulders to cry on and family to hug and hold tight and hope that you would never have to say goodbye to them. The water would swirl around the Octopod as it always did and the lights would be as bright and cheerful as they always were. And their hearts would continue to beat, if perhaps a little wiser and more sorrowful than before.
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Octonauts Mini-stories
FanfictionA series of short stories about the Octonauts. I may or may not do requests, I haven't decided. Mostly fluff, some angst, depends on how I'm feeling when I write it. Ships only of you choose to interpret them as ships. I don't own the Octonauts, or...
