You didn't want to cry.
But. . .
But. . . . . .
Your heart feels so, so very happy, it hurts. It wasn't an agonizing sort of pain either. It was warm and pleasant. Perhaps you aren't making any sense, but, you couldn't help it. You just began to cry, and cry, and cry.
Not out of sadness or despair, but, out of bliss.
The silver-haired girl was taken back, "Umm. . . y'alright there, kiddo?" Unsure of what to say or do in this kind of situation.
You're fine.
It's just that for once in your miserable life, you are happy, legitimately happy.
". . . Kiddo?" She asks, again, tentatively.
Weakly between your sobs to manage to croak out a response, "You mean it? Y-you'll really be my friend?" Your heart couldn't take it if she was actually deceiving you.
"Yup, and why, oh why, would I lie about something like that?"
"Y-you really mean it?"
She didn't look like she was lying.
"Yes." She laughs."Something tells me you had a rough time."
"Name's Moku, yours?"
"F-f-fina!" You croak out.
"You wouldn't happen to be lost are you, now, Fina?"
"Y-yes."
"Would you like to be out of this damned forest?"
Umm. . .
[X] Yes.
[X] No.
[X] Umm. . .
- [X] Can I stay with you, please?
[X] Write-in