If only we could return to the days where we were carefree, no responsibilities. Our childhood. The time when we first met and got to know each other so well.
You know, it was something that was small at first. We weren't honest with each other, but slowly we became closer. Just like the Sun towards the horizon.
We shared so many memories together. Meeting in the coffee house just to chat over a cup. Resting together under that walnut tree. Visiting Africa together. Navigating the true depths of the human mind.
And affection. It blossomed just a few weeks ago when we finally decided to make it final. It was a great occasion, to say the least, wasn't it?
Now here we are, on this beach, looking across this serene sea. Arms locked, shoulder to shoulder. Misfortune had to strike.
Just before leaving for our current trip, the worst possible news was broadcasted to the world. An asteroid was on a direct collision course with Earth. Scientists could not find it beforehand, and now we were doomed to die.
Your face of horror mirrored mine. This fantastical world we had built around ourselves had to be destroyed by a wandering rock. Shattering it, along with all our dreams, into pieces.
We had made plans already, so there was nothing that we could do. But I could not shake off the feeling that I, Ivy, had failed you. I hid my feelings for you from the start. Now we didn't have ample time to spend our days together. I lied to you, I deceived you. Of all the things I regret, for all of them, I can only blame myself.
I am, grateful, though, that I am with you here for these hours that remain. As the sun sinks further below the horizon, tears form in the corners of my eyes. Our days are numbered.
Perhaps we should have one last embrace. Even if we lose everything, at least we will have each other to the dying breath.
I notice a whitish glow dimly glow from the horizon. I squeeze a little harder. This is my final goodbye.
I wanted to make this blog for many reasons. One is to let out the wholly negative emotions that have swept me for the past 12 hours. That's why the story is so raw.
I'm not going to expand on it more since it stems from a purely personal conflict.
(And yes, Ivy was named after the Cytus II character. I finished the game today and got hit by the feels. I won't spoil it for anyone else.)
The second reason is this: I need some time away from Paint. After I experienced what I did, I took some time for some very much needed self-reflection. I realized that I probably need to take this time to reorganize my being. Ever since March of last year, I feel like my life has been nothing but a downward spiral. To amend this, I'm likely going to become a mere ghost of who I was here on Paint.
That's not to say that I'm going to disable this account entirely. I would never want to remove the blogs from the public domain, the multitude of Helpdesks I've written, or other resources that I've accumulated. After Tachi-san publishes one more unfeatured blog, that'll be the last you'll see of us in our current forms. I will stay on the site, but as a hermit, only to fix bugs and communicate with our resident Pokémon enthusiast, who is a close friend of mine. Do not despair; I will gladly accept your friend request, my Pokémon trainer friend.
That is pretty much all. I am sorry to do this to the community, as it seems like I am the only active member on the site as of late. Maybe Paint will die a little bit more, but I'm entrusting the newbies with keeping the site's culture as vigorous as ever.