The Goolings.
The band Tatiana joined to escape herself, find out who she was and who she was meant to be.
At least, that's what she hoped to have happened.
The band appointed her as the leader, the big shot, captain, the one to make all the decisions.
She knew she wasn't fully equipped for that position but took it despite her insecurities.
She agreed to each ones' ideas, to not disappoint and it seemed to work. Every so often she would put her own word in to stop the fights that broke out and cooled everything down.
But you, her closest friend, knew it wore her out.
You could see it in her eyes, how they lost their light at the end of the day. You could see it from the dark circles under her eyes and the slow, sore movements when she'd finally get home each day.
It was snuffing her flame.
But she wasn't seeing it.
Soon, you had enough of seeing her so broken each day.
"I'm fine, (Y/N). I truly mean that. The band is just. . . tougher than I imagined." She muttered sitting on the sofa.
"Because it's all but killing your soul, Tati. I can see it, and I surely think you can feel it after dealing with arguments and performing every day!" You paced around the room in front of her.
She opened her mouth to rebut, but clamped it shut after realizing that you were right. She sighed and drug a hand down her face.
"I can't disappoint them, they look up to me-"
You skidded to a halt. "They look up to you because they think thry have no where else to look. They also don't see this side of you. Face it, Tati. It's hurting you."
She scratched behind her ear, an obvious nervous tic of hers you picked up after the years.
"Okay. . . okay, I might. . . need a break but what would they think? They'd think I'm weak, and they need a strong leader!"
Heaving a sigh, you plopped down next to her and took her hand, rubbing slow circles on the back.
"No one is stronger than you, Tati. Only a strong person can admit they're weak and they need help. You've come far enough to realize that. That's a good first step."
She stared daggers at the floor, "I'm supposed to be Kul Fyra, lead of The Goolings, the strong and fiery leader. If they knew how bad I am because of the band. . ."
"They won't think any less of you. Any other person would have either giving up or keeled over trying to continue on. But you're still standing. You're still here. That's gotta be proof of your strength."
"I suppose so. . ." She muttered, fiddling with the strings of her guitar.
"You're strong, Tati. You're an eternal flame, don't let anyone snuff it out."
She snorted at the puns, turning into that laugh that you've loved for a good while.
You've always liked Tatiana but with her career, you knew it'd never work. And besides, she had enough on her plate with the stress of said career, you didn't want to add on. However, being close friends was good enough for now.
"Hey, (Y/N)?"
You hadn't realized you zoned out and quickly snapped to, "Yes?"
"Is there something on your mind? I mean, besides worrying about me which you don't need to do-"
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Fanfiction{REQUESTS ARE CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE} This game doesn't get nearly enough attention, it's so good. Cover edited. Edited by me, art all by Metronomik, of course.
