You ever just try to work on a fic you've been dying to write and stumble into a block and then you go

"Emilie write a fic about this completely irrelevant topic to the fic your working on because its close to you!"

And your brain is just like "Ok procrastination is my first language?"

Yeah.

That was me

But hey I'm coming back to FF so yay?

Idk do any of you actually remember me?

2012-2013 users out here?

Grungekitty? (Jk I literally texted you today XD )

~*~Emilie~*~

"How did he get here?"

That was the one question he had constantly asked himself. This seemed too surreal for him. Was he dreaming? Did he slip into some alternate reality? Is he dead?

He pinched himself for the twenty-second time today.

Ow, ow, ouch. nope, definitely not dreaming. This is very real.

The question reeling around in his head still remained. How did he get to this place. How did he get such a loving team- no how did he get such a loving family? What did he do to deserve all of these people that made him so happy- that showed him so much love? It seemed like such a long time ago he was an angry, sad kid with nowhere to go other than an orphanage. No one to care for him. No one to truly love him the way a family would.

But here he was, years into the future, seemingly loved by all. It was crazy really, the amount of love he had found. The amount of caring and compassion for one another that he saw in his team, his friends, and the citizens of his planet.

But even with them he found that he had friends before the team, love that was there but never really recognized by his adolescent age. Through his whole life he had had love. He never saw it the way that he did now.

For most of his life Chiro thought he was fighting completely alone. There was so much unrecognized love around for him. From friends at the arcade who would hang out with him when he didn't want to go home to restaurant owners that always enjoyed a conversation with him anytime.

Before the Hyperforce he never saw any of this love, he never saw that people were there for him. All he saw was himself fighting alone. Even in the beginning of his time leading the team where he was confused and mad because he didn't understand, he didn't see the love.

Now, after years of knowing the team, he felt that love. He had felt it for a long time, and he loved it. He loved, well, he loved the love, and he loved in return

So it always brought him back to the question

"How did he get here"

Maybe he'd never know the answer. Maybe he wasn't really interested in the actual answer. But he was glad he had made it here, that he had survived.

He loved being here.

Honestly I'm pretty surprised at myself.

I really like this to be honest and I hate a lot of my work.

Its personal to me so maybe that's why?

I just had a "Come to Jesus" moment with my family.

Moving out of my toxic house in two months which is REFRESHING.

Anyways I'll be signing off with Emilie now instead of htgr8

Because I am Emilie ;)

Have a great day guys!

~*~Emilie~*