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oh, fuck your feelings
truth is only hearsay
we're just left to decay
modernity has failed us
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Hurricane Katrina? More like hurricane Morro
"Care to hear a ghost story?"
Not really, I thought, but stayed silent as I watched the flames flicker from the fire in the darkened forest. I tightened the blanket around myself as I leant more against Cole's side. Maybe we were tired and looking for comfort, maybe we were scared; but the bunch of us were huddled close like kids on a camping trip, dinner still settling in our stomachs. I wish it was just a simple camping trip.
Jay shifted nervously beside me as a tense silence followed Wu's question. Finally, a small murmur of agreement rose around me. I dug my chin in the blanket, remaining quiet as I stared hard at the bright flames. Like me, Wu was staring into the fire. Though his eyes looked to be locked in the past, while I was paranoid about the present. He sighed, settling down on the log that played as our seating, his still gaze never straying from the flames. Garmadon handed around water bottles and Misako still poured over that big book she'd been stuck in all day.
Not really in the mood to listen to a ghost story, I stood, tightening the blanket over myself anxiously. I tread quietly over towards Misako. "Do you want a refill?" I asked, referring to her almost empty mug. She glanced up in surprise before her tired, taut expression relaxed into a grateful smile. Anxiety still pinched at her eyes. "Thank you, Y/n," she said, voice whispering while Wu told his tale of woe. I reheated the electric kettle, using the long extension cord that ran from the ship. I stared at it as the water began to audibly bubble, lost in thought.
Lloyd told me to go home. Nay, he begged me. Part of me was guilty that I was ignoring him, especially considering that it was for my own safety and his peace of mind. But I'd feel even more guilty if I did as told and went back home. I couldn't just walk away from this. Ever since Lloyd crashed into my life (or, more so, I crashed into him), I knew that everything would be changing. Prophecy or not, stupid tugging or not, I would lay down my life for him. Walk through the pits of hell itself to see him smile. Because at the end of the day, it's so worth it to see him smile. His joy was my joy. He deserved to be happy. Even if that meant I had to break my promise and stay helping, at the helm of the pack.
