#bernardfictive

[fictionkinfessions]

I'm never quite sure how to open these. The weather is getting warmer and I remember that's when we always said goodbye. You couldn't stay in the weird village with the towering church during summer. That's ok. I always looked forward to winter anyways. If it meant I could sneak away from my dads side and run threw the fields with you for a day or so, well my little ram it was more then worth it. I find myself asking if you exist in this life too? Maybe the sins of our last life mean this is our damnation. To never again know the feeling of you holding me. To know not your horns and tail or my wings and talons.

My dad recently split. He's trying to get better. Trying being a keyword. But I mean not to alarm you. I'm more safe then I've ever been I think, so many new people. Tommy is here too. His father however isn't. He's still throwing eggs at people. I remember before we had the idea of the war. Durning one of your speeches, he threw an egg at you and you complained later that you could still smell it. I have to admit it was very cute my ram.

I guess the things I'm trying to say is that I miss you so much it's felt in my bones. I am happy in this life but I miss you so much it makes me ache. Even if I never see you again I need you to know you are someone I will never forget. I love you. I miss you.

The final thing I would like to say. To anyone reading this, I hope you have a good day. Especially to any Jschlatt kins/fictives. Please never forget you have someone in your corner.

Sincerely, Bernard. Please tag as fictive. (Wilbur Soot) Also tag with #🐀🐾 please.

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