Guy x Reader 2

3

/Before we start with chapter 3, there's a few things I'd like to address.

I'm not sure if I said anything about this event in Guy x Reader 1, but, a little while back, my friend Michael and I were involved in a biking accident that killed one of our very best friends.

It's becoming a really big issue for us mentally and we've started doing some only therapy. While we were talking about it, the therapist noticed a high increase in my slight depression. So I guess I have "clinical depression," as the therapist called it.

I'm struggling a lot, and I just wanted to let you guys know the reason because of my possible long absences.

Anyway, let's start./

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"No, sir. I will not become a vegetarian, no matter how much I love animals," Hope protested.

"Well then what are we gonna eat?" Frost asked. "Cuz because of you, Hope, we no longer have that fish."

"Good question," Hope sighed. "What do you think, Mum?"

"Catch another fish?" I said, shrugging.

"And then we can FIRE IT!" Hope bellowed with a huge grin on her face.

"Yes, Hope. Then we can fire it," I laughed. I placed my left hand on her pale little shoulder, and wondered how she hasn't tanned at all in the sun.

/I can give people a tan becAUSE THE SUN REFLECTS OFF OF MEH- comment .-. if you know where that came from/

I smiled at Frost and Hope, and then looked out at the water, thinking of tomorrow and what it'll have to bring for us.

--- Time skip brought to you by my mum, and an extremely long therapy session ---

Frost and Hope sat on the cave floor and finished off the clams that we found on the beach. They were having a pleasant conversation, which was unusual. They never just talked, there was always some physical part of the conversation.

I layed down on my rock and dozed off for a while.

Scarf was hanging around my neck and Belt was around Guy's waist. We were walking through the jungle, the moon casting an eerie glow through the leaves of the trees.

Neither of us talked of looked at each other. We walked through the jungle in plain silence, making me uneasy.

"Why?" I asked him quietly. He didn't look at me. He said nothing. "Why?" I asked again, a little louder and harsher. "Why did you choose her?"

Guy picked up his pace a bit. I put my hand on his shoulder to stop him, and I wound up being pulled by his unwillingness to stop.

He took me to a clearing, but the setting had completely changed. We were in the clearing of the trees of a forest to put the mountain that we were going to fifteen years ago in view.

Guy pointed to a ledge of the mountain. On that ledge were who appeared to be Eep and two children about the age of Frost.