𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗺 - The Cloɯn's Fool

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[Uploaded 18/10/2024]

And we are back again dear Reader!

Sorry for the delay, I don't have much time with school going on. I also blew my nose a little too hard and blew my eardrums lol, it hurts and my breathing canal is dried up like the desert, I can literally feel the back of my throat.

Now just a little note: I will leave the author note on the very first page. You can go back and look if any other love interests pop up there because that will be the only place I update it.

ANYWAYS! Enough rambling.

I wish you a happy reading, dear Reader💕

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 White is such an innocent and fragile color. Pure and clean, simple– unlike most things in the world.

 Yet one little accident is all it takes to stain that beautiful blank slate, unforgiving of imperfection. Though it might be possible to erase the stain from others, it's impossible to hide it away from you.

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 The bright place was blinding as he squinted his eyes, not quite remembering how he came to this snow covered biome. He steps forward, the white washing down as he sits by the dinner table, swinging his legs with his big eyes gazing at the food.

 There's a woman opposite him and a man on the head of the table, they smile and laugh down at him as his father leans over to smoothen down his wild, brownish hair.

 With pearly-white teeth, his father chuckles at his eagerness to start eating but they had to wait for another person.

 And he waited and waited while the floor beneath him gave out like sand. He ended up swinging his legs over a cliff that he couldn't see the bottom off.

 His father smoothes down his hair again but the ends jumps right back up into the air, making the mother grin triumphantly at her genes winning over the father's.

 She boats and boats but the man seems to be at ease.

–At least Peaches got those special eyes.

 That was true, his eyes were a weird color of pale orange and soft pink with a hint of yellow. That's why he was Peaches!

 Snow keeps piling up outside the wooden mansion, it rains down like cats and dogs. Soon enough the windows were half covered in pure white snow, making the temperature in the mansion spike up.

 It really was hot like a summer day in– ...More importantly where was he..?

 He still couldn't eat.

 The 4th person doesn't seem to have the idea to be punctual at all as the adults in front of him start complaining and muttering that his brother knew better than that.

 Tardiness was unacceptable.

—Crack!

 His vision breaks.

 No matter how he moves and turns, the crack stays in the corner of his peach-dyed eyes. He waves it off, going back to swinging his short legs over the cliff as drool drips down his chin even though he can hear it breaking further.

 His parents chuckle at the adorable sight.

 They call out to him– Peaches, Peaches, Peaches.

 That can't be his real name, can it?