Abbey
A lost young little tree spirit. Often plagued with fractured memories that he pushes down as far as he can. Although the memories don't make much sense to him, he still tries to remain kind and loyal to those around him.
Woken up to the sounds of crying. He found himself seemingly ripped out of a tree and not the faintest idea of how he got here. Happens upon a lonely and confused girl. Feels compelled to help and get her back home.
Upon being 'woken up' eventually finds himself with a slew of confusing and slightly upsetting memories. Lacking his sense of self and wanting to know more about what happened to him, he quietly rejects these memories as his own.
Her abrasiveness is somewhat familiar to him and he can't quite place why, though he enjoys her company. He can tell she's not a bad person and is keeping a lot inside. She tends to show him more compassion than she leads on, or that anyone has ever given him (that he remembers). She's different and he's drawn to her. Treasures the soft moments they have.
Fuzzy. A bit cold and distant but personally not towards him. Never wanted to break that trust, always wanted to protect her. Treasured every moment with her. H̷̡̺̣̗̙̰͇̀ĕ̶̢̡̝̬̙̙̜̙̥̺̂͂̔́͂̔͘͝'̶͚̺̬̹͎͚̤͑͗̔͐͐̕s̴̫̗͈̘̰̬̝̝̉̀̀͠ ̷̣̙͖͔͔̺͔̟͖̇͗̓̿̈́̌͘̚͠v̷̛̗͉̩̫͒͌̑̔̈̔̄̊͝é̷̳͕͖̥͜r̴̹͑̆͗̽̃̇̃͂̀y̷̤̾͂͐͆̕͝ ̶̡͇̮͓͇̿͘s̶̨̖̜͍̖͙̊͜o̷̹̭͓͆͊r̴̲̐̇ŕ̶̮̱̭̞̀̄̓̚y̴͕̰͔͚͈̑̾͛̅.̷̩̺̼̘̗̝͓̌
Deep and pushed down. Not many good things to say from what he remembers. Touch like a bush of thorns. A stare that was cold and distant. G̵͕͙̝̬̝̙͇̑̀͐̉̊͐̄̕͝l̷̬͛͌̆̎̈́ã̶̧̏̿d̸̢̡̩͍̤̘̰̈́͗̍̇̿́̍͝ ̴̻͔̓͌͗̔̍͛̔̊͘͝ẖ̷̓͑̍̃̂͝ȇ̷̬̞̪̬͓͉̘̒̋̔'̷̨̢̼̣͕̹̟̫̳̀͛̑͊͗̅͋̊̈́̾ļ̵̛̜͔͉̱̰̳̗̺̣͂̓̔̂̾ḷ̴̞̖̯̈́͐̑ ̸̮̂̈̌̽͛̇͘̚͝n̸̨̼̔̎̉̈́̔͋̊̃ͅe̷͇̱̣̜̮̯̙̿͒̏̿̅ͅv̷̨̟̜̜̻̬̗͇͓͂̋̈́̑̌̀͊͘ẻ̷̪̓͂͜͜͝r̷͈̤̟̓̅́͆ ̷̙͉͎̤̾̍̏̈̌̓́͂̆f̵̧̥̻͈̻̲̹̞͔̮̂̚͝͝ĩ̴̼̦̖̠̈͆̌̔̓͘ņ̴̳̹̮̗̻̝̺͋͐͒d̷͍̰͉̼̹̫̘̳̍́̈́͛̂͋̚̚ ̴͍̕ḧ̶̰͎̪̫̭̣͙͔͍́̊͋ì̵̜̺̰̳̜͉̰̼̤̽̈́̔̂͐̕̕m̵̧̢̰̪̜̭͍̈͑̃͗.̴̙̑͆̍̿̏̿̇̏̋̆
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All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.
