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It was really late in to the night. I stayed up and about. Wandering outside out in to the woods on my own. My contemplations have been gnawing at me for some time as of late. Though, it was my insecure thoughts so to speak. Man... Do I hate mentioning that particular word. Insecure. The second anyone brings that up towards me, it feels like I want to rage at them. But that would be wrong of me...

I arrived at the tree where Matt and I were once chased by that beast and had to seek shelter away from it. Thinking back on it, the very thought of encountering that massive thing still terrified me. I couldn't help but shudder every time I thought about it.

I made my way inside the aperture of the tree, going down the slide, and entering the hidden room. This is my third time visiting this place. It would've been Matt's too. But because he's an adult now he's too big to fit through the hole. Which is a shame the more I think about it...
Some things are just not as fun when your friends aren't with you. And yet, here I am...

As I strolled my way on to one of the beds reposing on top, I glanced over at the book layed on the wooden stump. That one message that we read was awfully nebulous... It expressed that there are many secrets to this tree. But so far Matt and I couldn't unearth these secrets that were mentioned.

'What did any of that mean...' My head was lowered, thinking to myself. I relinquished a hefty sigh. By reading that one vague writing it has done nothing but provoke my thoughts every now and then. It's really been grating my nerves because of how gosh darn vaguely mysterious it was written. Albeit if I was being honest to myself, that eccentric message from the book hasn't been the only thing biting at me for weeks on end. A voluminous part of me still can't shake the fact that Jane somehow discovered that I'm insecure of what my friends might truly think of me. Reading people like she reads a promising 280 page book, my left butt cheek...

However, that's just it. I genuinely love being around Paloma and Okola the most. They were the first Wyngrew I considered as my best friends. Matt may not be much of a talker, but he's a very chill guy. Eppard and Clint are fairly frolicsome to hang around, additionally. Despite all of them claim that they enjoy my company, how do I know they're not "just" saying that? Do they really value my presence or are they actually pitying the fact that they're trying to endure me and my strange habits...?

"Ugh! There I go again!" I shook my head in disbelief. "They're not deceiving me! None of them would do that to someone like me! Someone... who's just a grabby-tailed freak... Who thinks its amusing to grab and pinch other Wynglings by the butt just to get a reaction... I probably am just a joke to them..."

At this point I didn't know what to believe anymore...

{{Thoughts...}}

"Huh?" I raised my head up upon hearing an unfamiliar, yet echo-like voice. "Who goes there?"

{{Write down... your final thoughts...}}

"My final... Seriously. Who goes there?" I demanded the unfamiliar voice calling out to me.

I nearly jumped when a small white, spirit looking creature spawned before me. It actually looked pretty cute the more I stared at it.
It circled around me in a curious-like manner. Infrequently levitating up and downwards as if it was trying to get a better look at me. Who could blame it? I am incredibly resplendent after all.

It moved away from me, prehending the book and placing it in front of my feet. I raised a brow. Wondering why it's giving me the book.

{{Write down your final thoughts...}}

"My final thoughts?" I repeated questionably. "Why?"

{{Anyone whom discovers this tree can only visit it three times. After you have utilized your circumscribed amount of visits, you must indite down your final thoughts afore the tree vanishes from its current location. As it will not be seen again.}}

"The tree will disappear after I leave...?"

The spirit nodded. {{Yes, but not quite. Once you've written down your final thoughts you must spend the night here. The aperture of the tree always seals off as soon as it detects the last visit. By the time you awaken, you'll automatically be elsewhere. Albeit somewhere safe or the last place you were at previously.}}

So... this was it. Because this is my third time coming here that means its the last time I'll ever be here. Matt didn't even get a chance to come with me for a third visit. But that's beyond my control. And I was actually planning on showing little Feliciana this place if she ever wanted to tag along and hang with me and a couple of others for some down time. But she won't even get a chance to experience that kind of opportunity. Guess there's really nothing I can do...
I heaved a sigh. I grabbed the book and opened it up to a blank page. The spirit conjured a writing tool for me to write down my thoughts.
"Last thoughts..." I tapped the writing tool against my chin. I wasn't sure on what to write about. I felt the spirit slightly tap on my shoulder.

{{It doesn't have to be anything detailed. Write whatever comes to your mind. Could be something significant you've discovered after encountering this tree. Or, something that holds a deep meaning to you. Write about anything. Short or lengthy. Your choice.}}

"Short or lengthy. Hm..." I pondered it over for a few seconds before jotting down what came to mind. Like that message Matt and I read, I'll keep it vague.
"Done" I closed the book and handed it back to the spirit. It nodded before taking the book, placing it right back on the wooden stump. Now all that's left to do is get comfortable on the bed until I could fall asleep.

I did a little stretch and even yawned. Lying flat on my belly with my arms stretched out. Eyes were shut to try to convince myself to sleep. Yet, I felt like something was in front of my face while trying to get some shut eye. I opened up an eye only to see the spirit sitting right in front of me with just a blank stare. I know I'm adorable to look at, but it doesn't have to stare so hard.

{{Why are you afraid...?}}

I didn't bother raising my head up when it asked me that. "What do you mean?" I muffled out the question.

{{Upon observing you I sensed something that has been troubling you deep down. A feeling that you want to avoid when you're older... It seems like its been troubling you for quite a long time. Young one. Do you know what Philophobia is?}}

I nodded a no to the question.

{{To put- it is the fear of falling in love or emotional attachment. In your case, you're absolutely terrified of falling in love. Tell me. Why are you afraid, young one? Do you have someone in your life whom is very close to you? Do you perhaps, have feelings for them?}}

I didn't give it an answer. All I did was express a scowl. I turned my body away from it and curled up, still trying to fall asleep. However, I know it won't leave me be if I don't give it an answer. "It's none of your business. Now leave me alone and let me sleep." I didn't hear another word from the spirit afterwards.

My mind was finally at ease and I was immediately falling in to a slumber. It wasn't too long before I could hear nothing...

I'm afraid that if I loved someone, I fear that all I'll ever do is repeatedly hurt them... I don't want to hurt anyone...
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Just to clarify some parts that probably wouldn't make sense right away --> Hidden Hideout

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Description
It was really late in to the night. I stayed up and about. Wandering outside out in to the woods on my own. My contemplations have been gnawing at me for some time as of late. Though, it was my insecure thoughts so to speak. Man... Do I hate mentioning that particular word. Insecure. The second anyone brings that up towards me, it feels like I want to rage at them. But that would be wrong of me...

I arrived at the tree where Matt and I were once chased by that beast and had to seek shelter away from it. Thinking back on it, the very thought of encountering that massive thing still terrified me. I couldn't help but shudder every time I thought about it.

I made my way inside the aperture of the tree, going down the slide, and entering the hidden room. This is my third time visiting this place. It would've been Matt's too. But because he's an adult now he's too big to fit through the hole. Which is a shame the more I think about it...
Some things are just not as fun when your friends aren't with you. And yet, here I am...

As I strolled my way on to one of the beds reposing on top, I glanced over at the book layed on the wooden stump. That one message that we read was awfully nebulous... It expressed that there are many secrets to this tree. But so far Matt and I couldn't unearth these secrets that were mentioned.

'What did any of that mean...' My head was lowered, thinking to myself. I relinquished a hefty sigh. By reading that one vague writing it has done nothing but provoke my thoughts every now and then. It's really been grating my nerves because of how gosh darn vaguely mysterious it was written. Albeit if I was being honest to myself, that eccentric message from the book hasn't been the only thing biting at me for weeks on end. A voluminous part of me still can't shake the fact that Jane somehow discovered that I'm insecure of what my friends might truly think of me. Reading people like she reads a promising 280 page book, my left butt cheek...

However, that's just it. I genuinely love being around Paloma and Okola the most. They were the first Wyngrew I considered as my best friends. Matt may not be much of a talker, but he's a very chill guy. Eppard and Clint are fairly frolicsome to hang around, additionally. Despite all of them claim that they enjoy my company, how do I know they're not "just" saying that? Do they really value my presence or are they actually pitying the fact that they're trying to endure me and my strange habits...?

"Ugh! There I go again!" I shook my head in disbelief. "They're not deceiving me! None of them would do that to someone like me! Someone... who's just a grabby-tailed freak... Who thinks its amusing to grab and pinch other Wynglings by the butt just to get a reaction... I probably am just a joke to them..."

At this point I didn't know what to believe anymore...

{{Thoughts...}}

"Huh?" I raised my head up upon hearing an unfamiliar, yet echo-like voice. "Who goes there?"

{{Write down... your final thoughts...}}

"My final... Seriously. Who goes there?" I demanded the unfamiliar voice calling out to me.

I nearly jumped when a small white, spirit looking creature spawned before me. It actually looked pretty cute the more I stared at it.
It circled around me in a curious-like manner. Infrequently levitating up and downwards as if it was trying to get a better look at me. Who could blame it? I am incredibly resplendent after all.

It moved away from me, prehending the book and placing it in front of my feet. I raised a brow. Wondering why it's giving me the book.

{{Write down your final thoughts...}}

"My final thoughts?" I repeated questionably. "Why?"

{{Anyone whom discovers this tree can only visit it three times. After you have utilized your circumscribed amount of visits, you must indite down your final thoughts afore the tree vanishes from its current location. As it will not be seen again.}}

"The tree will disappear after I leave...?"

The spirit nodded. {{Yes, but not quite. Once you've written down your final thoughts you must spend the night here. The aperture of the tree always seals off as soon as it detects the last visit. By the time you awaken, you'll automatically be elsewhere. Albeit somewhere safe or the last place you were at previously.}}

So... this was it. Because this is my third time coming here that means its the last time I'll ever be here. Matt didn't even get a chance to come with me for a third visit. But that's beyond my control. And I was actually planning on showing little Feliciana this place if she ever wanted to tag along and hang with me and a couple of others for some down time. But she won't even get a chance to experience that kind of opportunity. Guess there's really nothing I can do...
I heaved a sigh. I grabbed the book and opened it up to a blank page. The spirit conjured a writing tool for me to write down my thoughts.
"Last thoughts..." I tapped the writing tool against my chin. I wasn't sure on what to write about. I felt the spirit slightly tap on my shoulder.

{{It doesn't have to be anything detailed. Write whatever comes to your mind. Could be something significant you've discovered after encountering this tree. Or, something that holds a deep meaning to you. Write about anything. Short or lengthy. Your choice.}}

"Short or lengthy. Hm..." I pondered it over for a few seconds before jotting down what came to mind. Like that message Matt and I read, I'll keep it vague.
"Done" I closed the book and handed it back to the spirit. It nodded before taking the book, placing it right back on the wooden stump. Now all that's left to do is get comfortable on the bed until I could fall asleep.

I did a little stretch and even yawned. Lying flat on my belly with my arms stretched out. Eyes were shut to try to convince myself to sleep. Yet, I felt like something was in front of my face while trying to get some shut eye. I opened up an eye only to see the spirit sitting right in front of me with just a blank stare. I know I'm adorable to look at, but it doesn't have to stare so hard.

{{Why are you afraid...?}}

I didn't bother raising my head up when it asked me that. "What do you mean?" I muffled out the question.

{{Upon observing you I sensed something that has been troubling you deep down. A feeling that you want to avoid when you're older... It seems like its been troubling you for quite a long time. Young one. Do you know what Philophobia is?}}

I nodded a no to the question.

{{To put- it is the fear of falling in love or emotional attachment. In your case, you're absolutely terrified of falling in love. Tell me. Why are you afraid, young one? Do you have someone in your life whom is very close to you? Do you perhaps, have feelings for them?}}

I didn't give it an answer. All I did was express a scowl. I turned my body away from it and curled up, still trying to fall asleep. However, I know it won't leave me be if I don't give it an answer. "It's none of your business. Now leave me alone and let me sleep." I didn't hear another word from the spirit afterwards.

My mind was finally at ease and I was immediately falling in to a slumber. It wasn't too long before I could hear nothing...

I'm afraid that if I loved someone, I fear that all I'll ever do is repeatedly hurt them... I don't want to hurt anyone...
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Just to clarify some parts that probably wouldn't make sense right away --> Hidden Hideout

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