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Where is it? This part of the park is so overgrown, I can't find it again......oh, there it is! I found it.
The gravestone. Her gravestone. I erected it in this hidden corner of the Camden park before leaving London all those years ago.
So... how do I do this...
"Hey Sis." I just say into the nothingness. I'm not sure, if she, or any of them, can hear me, but I'll keep going. I saw humans talking to the graves of their deceased family members or friends on cemeteries before, so why shouldn't I?
"Sorry, it's been a while I guess... been a bit busy lately... you know, that thing with Summer and everything...
It's the first time I'm visiting your gravestone after I put it up here in this hidden corner of the Camden park. Though I'm not sure why, but I feel like if there is any place in the world where I can get an answer as to what I'm supposed to do, it'd be this place.
...
Haven't heard of you since this night in Cornwall so long ago, which is good I hope. I hope you and the others are at peace.
...
I'm still kind of just looking around, wondering what I need to do and... well...I'm not even sure if you hear this, or if I'm literally just talking to a stone, but either way, it helps me. Just the thouht of you hearing what I'm saying right now helps me."
...
It's quiet, nothing is happening, as one would expect. Just a mild breeze through the leaves in this rather cold night.
"I went back to our house. Would you believe that no one has moved in there in all those years? It wasn't nearly as colourful and joyous as I remember it though, but a lot dirtier and more withered. The old me almost would've gotten a heart attack over it and would frantically try to tidy everything up as fussy as possible. Heh, but those days are over. I stopped caring about that when I left to live in Cornwall for some time.
You may wonder why I got back here in the first place... it's just that I believe, that my time on this Earth will be over soon and I just had to see our home again before that happens... and..."
A long sigh escapes my soul.
"...well you see, it's Summer...
... she passed away last week... and before she did, we went back to the place where she was born, near Padstow in Cornwall.
It was her wish to see it again... and to be buried there. And so I did."
I notice some tears running down my face.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to cry.
You can probably imagine, that the past weeks haven't been exactly great.
Summer and I were the bestest of friends, she was always there for me in the most difficult of times... and those times really welded us together... still, it's a bit weird though. We never really considered ourselves as much more than best friends... even though I may have thought different when I first met her on our summer vacation back then.
Well, I hope she is at peace now. Maybe she is up there somewhere with you. I don't know, but I'm probably gonna find out soon. Maybe.
...
I also walked around the streets of London a bit further after I've been to our house. Been trying to find someone from our "generation", you know, some of our friends, like Roxy, Snowball, Hansel, Fergus and the others. I talked to a lot of dogs and asked them if they knew anything about them. Some of them did, but even though I could end my search there, it wasn't exactly successful. They're all gone by now.
Looking back I realise that I do have regrets. You know, not long after that day I just ran away as far as I could. I left London for a long time and all of our remaining friends with it, without ever saying goodbye, or telling them where I would go. And also without ever seeing them again, as it turned out. Especially Fergus, Big Fee and Sid. As chaotic as they might've been sometimes, they were there on that day when it really mattered.
But I couldn't find out anything about them either. No one remembered them. I don't think they survived it either...
I often wondered why it had to be me. The only one to survive this day. It feels like I am the one cursed to outlive everyone I held dear.
But I don't think it matters anymore. And I don't want to remember this day, it still pains me too much.
You may think now, that I'm falling back into my old pattern from back then, but I did learn from it, don't worry. After all, I'm here today, right? I did as you told me. I took this special moment and always remembered it. Sometimes it wasn't easy, but I pushed through and achieved some things I can be proud of, though I do wonder if I did good during my run...
...
Akira once asked me, if I ever overcame the loss.
No, I never did, but I learned to live with it. It's been a life-long fight that I lead, but I am tired now. I don't want to fight anymore. I want to rest once and for all.
But I can't. Not yet at least.
There is something left to do for me in this world. One fight that is still irresolute. I feel like I know what it is, or I did know at some point, but I forgot."
As I sit here, observing the gravestone, I feel the wind again. It feels like it got a little bit colder. I look around me. Nothing, just the bushes, grass and trees softly moving in the mild wind. The stars are visible through a small opening of the treetops. A few more minutes pass and I'm not entirely sure, what I expect to happen now, or what I was expecting to happen here in the first place.
...
"Huh? What was that?"
I think I heard something, even though it could very well be my imagination mixed with my expactation, whatever that may be.
But wait...!
...
There! There it was again!
"Hello?" I ask in the nothingness again, but receive no answer.
I ... I think I'm hearing some sort of whispers. This wouldn't be the first time I heard something like whispering in the wind. It rarely occured back then in Cornwall too. Sometimes Summer could hear them aswell, she was a bit afraid of them.
"Hello? Is someone here? I'm sorry, I can't make out what you say."
To be fair, it is a bit spooky, hearing whispers in your ear when there is apparently no living soul around to talk to you. Or is there?
I keep hearing the whispers, it sounds like one word, but I still can't make it out.
I listen very closely. The word has two syllables, I can definitely understand that much.
"D..." it definitely starts with a D ... "ylan" Dylan! It says my name. And it's not really whispering too, it's more like calling out loudly, but very distant and distorted.
Suddenly I get chills down my spine. It does sound like Dolly. But why? I thought she put herself to rest back then. Why is she here, the last time I saw her she peacefully faded out of existence in my arms. And now she is here, or someplace close, yelling my name...
Oh Dolly, what are you doing...
Things seem different now. She's just saying one word repeatedly. My name, she's calling me over and over again. It's somewhat terrifying.
I hesitate to define the tone of her voice as "desperate", but it sounds somewhat ... uncanny. Maybe she needs comfort? I'm not entirely sure why she is here and I also can't see her. It's just the distant sound of her voice...
"Dolly? I can hear you.
I can hear you sis. You can stop calling me. Please. I am here... I feel you. But Dolly... what are you doing here? When I came here, I thought I could find out what's bothering me, but not like this. So, why are you here?"
But wait... the word she's been saying. It's changed! She's saying a different word now... I need to make out what it is...
Sounds like... three, three syllables, definitely.
It... it's...
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This has been an interesting, touching and tragic story. No matter how much time passes, Dylan can't seem to get ahead of life and the loss of his family is something that he can't get past. For some people, it's something that's impossible to get past, the greif and agony become too severe, it prevents them from ever finding joy again. I too have lost loved ones throughout my life, but I still go where life takes me. As for Dylan, I believe he lives on for a reason. As much as he is missed by the other dalmatians, it would make sense that they'd want him to rise from this tragedy and begin again in life. Then theyd await for him to reunite with them when it is time. It is unknown where you are going with this storyline but it creative and a take on Dalmatian Street that I don't see often. I like it and I hope to see the end when it is completed. I also like how you portray the characters. They behave like they should, even when we've never seen them go through situations like these.
I may not be an artist, but I do write stories, thus I've been thinking of writing one for 101 Dalmatian Street. Not something as dark as this, but more lighthearted with a few serious moments. Similar to how the actual show tends to be. I figured it would be fun to do since I've been a fan of this show for some time.
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Understandable, Christmas is a special time, everyone deserves to take things easy and have fun for it.
I see, I will likely check out those upcoming stories of yours when they are ready. I personally prefer writing lighthearted stories in general because they are what I specialize in and understand better. But more serious and dark stories can be fun also. Best of luck with your future art, I am sure they'll turn out fine.
Thanks for your interest in what I want to write though. I'll give a summary so you'll know what to expect. The story is about when Dylan has been working extra hard to care for the puppies. He had been a lot more effort and time into their safety and joy, for about a week. By doing so, he sacrifices time he could have to go out and have fun. This results in him becoming stressed and exhausted without him realizing it. In an attempt to make him less strict, Dolly and Dizzy try to play a game with him. But something goes wrong and he slips which causes his right forearm to become injured. Dizzy and Dolly feel responsible and sympathetic for him since he got hurt while playing with them. But Dolly is also not too happy since she has to work extra hard in order to pick up the slack.
That's what I have so far but there will be a little more to it than that. I hope to get to work on it soon. I was thinking of naming it "Perfect Dylan" since he tried to be the perfect brother but that didn't work out the way he hoped.
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Once again, I appreciate your interest. But it's fine that you like dark themed stories, they're a part of literature and if you have the creativity to pull them off, I say go for it. That's why I like your work, they're different from what I usually see and are a joy to go through.
But yes, I like "slice of life" stories as well, my favorite kind actually. I tried going with that through this premise but it does have a few serious moments along the way. But that's in order to tell a compelling story while preventing it from becoming too boringly happy. I have a lot to work with and I hope I get to write it as good as I make it out to be.
But I like Dylan and Dolly working together in a story as well. They contrast one another and I think that's why they're so great to watch. While they may be at each other's thoughts often, it's obvious that they do care for one another, especially if one is going through a hard time. They make for great protagonists for the show.
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You know, my friend, while reading your story, I felt something ... Very disturbing. Such intense anxiety, longing and fear. Emotions are so powerful that they are very difficult to control. Realizing that everyone you care about can no longer say that they love you ... It's very scary and very hectic. And you cannot fight the thought that you no longer need this world, because there is no one else here who is so dear to you.
An example of an ideal drama, an example of an ideal philosophy. You know, you really amaze me. Your work has a very deep meaning. That's why I like your work so much. Let me terribly sad and anxious, but this does not negate the fact that I really like your work.
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