Taco looses both her parents at the age of 9 and she has to fend for herself because she's a ghoul. At one point, she walks around the city and meets a 13 year old human boy named Pickle, Pickel soon introduces his family to Taco then starts to beco...
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I try to avoid eye contact with him but he lifted my chin. Still looking at the floor, Pickle kept pushing his other fingers through my hair. It actually feels really nice, for a second I raised my up and witnessed how close he was to my face. I could just count how many eyelashes he has, I just can't look away. And I mean I really can't as his hand is keeping my chin up, my tummy feels so... eccentric. Not because I'm hungry or made myself throw up, just.. different. Nerves, but good nerves if that makes sense. Of course not, these unfamiliar emotions are not logical at all, so why do they exist? Why should I even exist?
I'm so lost in my head through Pickel's magnificent hypnotic emerald eyes, their alluring window of the soul telling me I'm safe when I know it's a lie because the family is the one who's in danger because I'm here, and yet it's so hard to leave for as many reasons as each eyelash that's aligned above and below his vision. It's so difficult, but I- "Alright kids let's go." Once again someone destroys me out of my illusionist ways of the world. "Oh, yes! Alright then." I emptied until Pickle stopped me. "Wait a minute Taco, you don't have a coat or anything" he reaction a little worryingly.
"Don't worry Pickle, I'm quite use to the cold." I said but dumbfounded by how I counterproducted their concerns. To keep them calm I must do the same, even if I am feeling a bit too weak to stand. Whatever, it doesn't matter. I just need get through this night. "The frozen lake isn't too far, so we can walk from there" Mr. Evergreen stated soft. Damn it! Why in the bloody hell can't I get a break.
25 minutes of walking, and within the whole time it's SO difficult to be 'normal' of the simple fact that I have been malnourished to begin with and poisoning myself from human food and throwing it up again and again made me become even more sick, weak, frail, lightheaded with a hot dry mouth... But I just need to hang on a little more. "We're here" Cucumber announce to me with an angry vibe. As my head raised, so did my spirit. Never in my life have I ever seen beautiful lush of snow, I can't believe something so common, so natural, so average could be Enchantley breath taking from only seeing it by glance. "Shall we dance~?" Pickle asks me as he lifts his hand to towards me for my approval while everyone else puts on their ice skates; leading me to do the same and take his hand. "I am not familiar with this tradition." I exclaim "Don't worry, I got you~" Pickle reassures as he pulls me towards the clear glass of frozen liquid. Soon after, he holds my lower waste with his left arm because I kept slipping, falling, and stepping on his feet. Without thinking I grab Pickle's hand then merge my pale fingers with his. It actually feels really warm, it's nice~
