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[harmonicalsoul]

Soul's sitting in the library at school, way too early for most people to be there. He's reading a letter in flowery, old style script, small letters on small paper, at least 10 of these papers long. Every so often, he takes a page and methodically tears it into tinier, smaller pieces.

He does not look very pleased, that much is obvious. But hey, that's why he's reading it somewhere that nobody'll be this early - he can just go on and hide it after, and forget it ever existed!

Wishful thinking is always interesting, eh?

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"Don't wanna," Soul says, and works on shredding the next page apart. "Could just pretend I never got it."

He stares down at the papers, and glances at Crona out of the corner of his eye. "But if I hafta go, you could finally meet Wes."

[harmonicalsoul.livejournal.com]

"Most of 'em are a lot of jerks, so you'd be right."

It's, uh, preeetty cleaar that he seperates himself from that family in name, now.

"And yeah, it'll be worth it, just... don't let anyone get to you, alright?"

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"Okay," Soul says, and takes ahold of Crona's hand.

He's really not planning on letting go anytime soon.