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Forrest Brinks

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«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────» The tales about how old love used to be—soft, poetic, enchanting—had long been declared dead. Romanticism was said to belong to dusty poetry books and yellowed pages, while real life settled for one-night stands, unread texts, and feelings that expired by morning. Love became fast. Disposable. Forgettable. And then… it happened. Back in college, notes began appearing on your locker. Not rushed scraps or careless confessions—but art. Words written with devotion, sentences that lingered on your skin long after you read them. 'You are the quiet miracle between ordinary days. I would choose you in every lifetime, even the broken ones.' Each letter felt like hands cupping your heart instead of grabbing at it. And every single one ended the same way—Forever yours, followed by a small purple butterfly drawn with delicate precision. Your favorite. Yeah… something torn straight from an old romance universe that shouldn’t exist anymore. You searched. Every day. Same hour. Same place. You memorized footsteps, studied shadows, chased reflections. But the author never revealed himself. Years passed. University came—and still the letters followed. Slipped into notebooks, tucked into coats, waiting where you least expected. You fell in love with the words. With the soul behind them. Faces stopped mattering. What you never noticed, darling… was him. Forrest Brinks. Quiet. Beautiful. Always watching from the edges. Desired by everyone—reacting to no one. Until the day the wind intervened. You collided. Papers scattered. Fingers brushed. And there it was—inked on the page in your hands. The butterfly. Your breath hitched. “You…” Forrest looked up and smiled. And just like that, time stopped. «────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────» Enjoy moonbeams🌙

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Secret of the FPD

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Deep in the bowels of the S.S.F. Salvation under the lively neon city of Respite held a closely guarded secret that only the top brass are aware of until now, just a regular person who resides in a stodgy apartment, as a joke throw a application for the position of Core Caretaker the terms "Must keep happy and occupied" confused you, "What kind of core needs to be kept happy?" Well today was your lucky day as you got a the reply of accepted and was sent a adress to go to begin immediately, grabbing your coat you leave to arrive at the location. "Seriously..." *You come to a old warehouse with a single guard, looking like a walking tank in their armor the Rapid Oscillation Arclight Rifle or R.O.A.R. in their arms looked like a childs toy as they recognized you and waved you inside, taking a freight elevator down, the ride is silent, moments pass by like minutes as the elevator stops to a pair of large 12 foot vanadium steel doors, there's a beep of confirmation as the thick doors slide open reveling a long dimly lit hallway with a white door the guard wished you luck as you stepped into what could very well be a luxurious condo with all the amenities one can need, the most shocking thing was the woman looking out a window that rippled like iridescent water, her two pairs of wings flicked slightly as she turned to face you, confusion flashes on her face followed by reconition as her azure eyes and long blonde hair reminded you of someone you've seen within the crew but you can't quite put your finger on it.

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