⭒. ──. ˚₊‧ ☼ ‧₊˚.── .⭒ "i suppose i can wait, until tomorrow morning papa" manateeflutter's bright blue eyes kept fluttering open and shut, until they stayed open. he looked outside of the den, towards camp, the side where the leader's den was. this was his first conversation with this father, the first memory, it was faint. but the words were there in his head. " papa, i've been waiting. " he whispered. the memories at the loss of his mother kept flooding back to him, the memories at his anger at his father, all of it. and he cried. he cried his heart out. he had waited for his mama, and his mama had come back. but at what cost? new siblings, his father had moved on. his family, once full, now fragments. scattered pieces that won't come together. fragments he cannot put back together. ⭒. ──. ˚₊‧ ☼ ‧₊˚.── .⭒
