A Wandering Soul

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Morro looked around. He ran farther than he expected. Then he realized... he willing separated himself from his friends. He began to pace around and internally panic.
"Hey are you ok?" someone said touching his shoulder.
He leaped away. Being touched was almost foreign to him. He never felt that feeling in decades.
The voice was unfamiliar to him. He turned around. He saw a blond woman with curly hair. She looked in her earlier thirties. Her eyes may have been a blue-gray but he could see a spark in them. Something about her seemed familiar.
He just looked at her silently.
"Uh, I'm Libber. What's your name kiddo?" Libber asked him.
Morro was still silent. He wasn't sure if he could trust this woman.
Libber could tell he was a new soul to the Departed Realm. But at the same time, he had that look in his eyes. The look that you've gone through torture and can't find the right words to say.

¨You were already dead before this weren't you?¨ Libber whisper quietly

Morro nodded, afraid to say anything else.

¨So where are you from? Underworld? Cursed Realm?¨Libber asked

Morro turned to her strangely. He was surprised that she would want to talk to him.

¨You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.¨ Libber said when she heard no response

"Miss Libber I think the answer is obvious. You don't have to keep up the charade."Morro said with a stutter.
He had to get out of there. He needed his friends. He needed to feel safe. He slowly backed away from her.

"Kiddo? What's your name?" Libber asked

Ugh, cant this woman leave him alone? Morro thought to himself.

"The name is Morro." Morro told her.
"Before you leave can I give you some advice?" Libber asked him
Morro supposed if he listened to her advice, he could leave. That spark in her eyes scared him.
"It's ok to cry in the Departed Realm." Libber said
Morro smirked to himself as he walked away. How can he cry if only could express rage and vengeance for years? He is too far gone to change. He can never be the innocent, naive, and weak boy again. He silently laughs at the woman for thinking such things. 

Morro had other things to worry about. Like his mental health. And his friends of course. Where the fuck were those bastards? he thought

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