Sakura Mouring “You can’t be serious!”Sakura Mouring by ~calysto-antonsen
“Sorry Red, but you have got to go.”
“I don’t even know the guy!”
A sigh. “Whether you knew Jamus or not, he is still family.”
“But, mom…”
“Listen sweetie, I know it’s tough. But the funeral is important.”
“Fine.”
“…Viola, I have no black clothing. Nothing! And the funeral is in two days…”
“Hn.” I will assist your lack of fashion, he says. I think. After all, he doesn’t talk much even though he’s my best friend.
A Permanent Solution The air was heavy and slightly damp. A musty sort of smell invaded my senses as if I had been kept on a shelf for a long time like a forgotten toy. I tried to reach in front of me, by my hand smacked into something just before my face. I was lying down. Running my along the surface I came to the conclusion it was some kind of wood paneling.A Permanent Solution by ~calysto-antonsen
Stretching my arms to the sides I found they were similarly confined, only this time by what might have once been soft satin, but was now a lumpy barrier between the way out of this place and myself.
I suddenly felt claustrophobic, trapped. I had little to no range of movement, and for a short momen
Regretful 
Sta.sh
