Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170213235458/@comment-26854056-20170214014658

"..."

Ducky sat there, speechless.

"..."

She silently got up, and dropped her toy on the ground. Leaving it there in the dust. She turned around and walked back to her brother, without expressing a single emotion. Stoic, cold. A machine.

So, was this what growing up was...? When life unveils it's secrets, and reveals it's second half. Death. Where creativity and peace was stripped so mercilessly off children?

To think that she was looking forward to this. Right in front of her eyes, high fives turned into kisses, juice turned into alcohol and goodbyes that lasted a day or even a few hours turned into eternities.

She hated being grown up.