Euphoric

Miserable

Moomin sat up in bed and stretched. The window was all fogged up and it seemed to be silent in Moominvalley. Well, except for Little My hollering in the distance.

"Snufkin! Wha- are you crying? Little My could be heard shouting downstairs.

Moomin's ears perked up. Snufkin? He yanked off his thick crocheted blanket MoominMamma had made for him and rushed downstairs, but Snufkin was already gone. Little My turned to look at Moomin after shutting the front door. She was holding a small, white envelope sealed with red wax.

"This is for you, Moomin. I promise I won't peek." The petite girl handed Moomin the envelope and folded her arms. "Well? Aren't you going to open it?"

"You're so impatient, Little My! I'm going to go read it in my room just because you said that."  Moomin retorted. Little My huffed.

Moomin was trying hard to hide his worry. What were the contents of this envelope, and why was Snufkin crying? Was the letter really that bad? He ran upstairs, flung open his bedroom door and scrambled onto the bed. Unable to wait any longer, he tore open the letter and stared down at the tear-stained paper.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Tears rolled down Snufkin's cheek. Moomin had been so kind and accepting after he had come out, and now he was leaving him?
I'm such an awful friend... Snufkin thought, walking hurriedly back to his tent across the creek.

He collapsed onto his mattress pad and curled into a ball, sobbing at this point. He pulled his green hat down over his face and whimpered, chest rising and falling quickly as he choked on sobs. Such a terrible friend. You disappointed them.

You deserve to feel miserable.

Hours passed and Snufkin had finally fallen asleep, his face stained with tears. His body ached and it was nearly impossible to sleep peacefully after wearing his binder all day. He awoke suddenly, the sound of footsteps getting nearer and nearer outside the tent.