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Summary:

Noelle spends time with Susie in the festival. Deep down, she already knows what has to happen. No matter what.

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The festival is pretty decent this year.

 

Noelle has her head rested atop Susie's shoulder. She refused to look out of the ferris wheel's window. In the depths of her mind, it was like something is missing. She does not understand it. She looks at those yellow hued eyes that twinkled back fondly in her gaze. Wasn't this all she ever asked for?

 

Maybe the Church, which converted itself to a horror booth, will be able to draw out a reaction from her. But be it from the jumpscare, scary decorations, and the reactions she received by touching Susie's hand underneath the edible eyeballs, nothing changes. Soon enough they were forced to step out of the establishment.

 

Eventually she tries to help out Susie by handing out a couple dollars. This might be the last time she will ever give anything to anyone. Though it was of no use, none of it was accepted.

 

Knowing that Susie wants to eat ice cream with her would usually be enough to make her heart skip a beat. But even as they were told that the machine was still in progress, she did not feel disdained by it. Things like that happen from time to time. Just a small town, doing small town things.

 

"Man, today was probably one of the best days ever..."

 

She heard the words spoken as she stood by the lake. The monster beside her wanted to say a lot more. Instead, before anyone registers another breath, her mouth opened,

"Would you mind getting Kris for me?"

 

Susie nearly stammered out what she would have continued to say.
"UH YEAH, I m- mean, not at all!! I'm ON IT!!!"

 

"..."

 

Susie paused, which did not take a while, she looks down the ground with an understanding smile set on her face,
"I, uh, get you, y'know? It would've been really nice if they were in this with us, kind of stupid that they slept through it all."

 

"..."

 

Susie rests her arms behind her head, stretching them.
"... Welp, off I go."

 

The gruff footsteps finally subsides to silence, which allows her to fully focus on the sound of rushing waves.

 

The wind blows steadily, as she takes a deep breath.

 

From it, the faint taste of saltwater almost seeps on her tongue.

 

She never felt better than she ever did at this moment.

 

 

And then, she

smiled.

 

 

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