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4 yrs ago
Current After nearly three years, I caught covid.
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5 yrs ago
Someone stole a jar of melatonin from the store that I work at. I hope it keeps them up at night.
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8 yrs ago
Being tiny, curious as hell, cute and incredibly clumsy, I find Meltan surprisingly relatable for a lump of metal with a nut for a head.
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8 yrs ago
I didn't know I had a favorite steel-type pokemon until Meltan. Not to be dramatic, but I'd die for that little fella
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8 yrs ago
Everyone wants to be special, yet nobody seems to realise that being special isn't always a good thing.

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Helena looked at he boat, and noticed Leo looking at it too. "It had been here like that for quite long already, nobody ever works on it to get it done. I wonder why..." Helena asked, having no clue whose boat it was, and neither did anyone else she knew know who it belonged to. The boat had became one of the forest's mysteries to her, one she couldn't solve. But that only made the unfinished boat that much more fascinating to her.

"Some people even made a scary story about the boat, saying that it's cursed. They say that the person who started in the boat first died, and that because of the curse, everyone else who worked on it later died too, and that the curse is the reason it never got finished. But I don't believe that curses and things like that exist." She told to Leo, looking at him.
Helena looked at him and grinned. "I thought you didn't like the forest?" She asked, remembering very well how back when they were younger, he hadn't liked the place at all. When she noticed the X carved in the tree where Leo put his hand against, she smiled. This was the place where they would always meet, and the X marked that. She took a picture of Leo's hand resting on the bark and so close to the X before he removed his hand again. It would probably seem like a silly picture, but not to her. To her, the X was a reminder of their old meeting place when they were just kids, and with the hand of the young adult man next to it, it showed that he still remembered that, and even visited the spot.

She slowly started to walk, knowing Leo would follow after her. They always walked together in the forest and didn't leave the other behind, that was just the way it was. The forest was coloured in the brown, yellow and orange colours of autumn and the leaves crunched under their shoes as they walked. Helena loved autumn a lot, but still, her favourite season had to be spring.
Helena smiled, looking around in the woods. She loved the place, it was just so calm and quiet and peaceful, a place where she could really calm down and feel at ease. It was wonderful just to be there and enjoy nature. And this time, she wasn't even all alone out in the forest.

She had taken her camera with her in case she would see something she wanted to take a picture of, even though she doubted it. She had been in the forest a lot of times already and had taken much pictures before, so she doubted if she could still find something. But she could always take pictures of Leo, and maybe she and Leo together. "This forest is my favourite place to be."
Helena smiled and nodded in response to Leo's remark about the picture of the two of them together at the beach. "I kept pretty much all pictures with you and I on them. They're my favourite ones, because they hold the best memories to me." She said, which was true. The other pictures were nice and all, but the pictures of Leo and her remembered her about their time as friends while they were younger, the best moments of her life so far. Those pictures actually meant something, and that didn't count for all pictures.

Once she was done talking, Helena looked up to Leo once again. "Say, when your room is ready and you unpacked everything, we could go to the forest or anything. There's not really something I have to do, anyway." She suggested, looking at Leo. Just going somewhere together wasn't such a bad idea, or at least not to her. As her bodyguard he was meant to be close to her anyway, so they might as well make it fun.
Helena got a sad look when Leo asked the question. "Lonely. It might sound fun, having a famous actor as your father, but it really isn't. He leaves at insanely early hours and comes back home very late. I hardly get to spend any time with him at all and he just doesn't seem to care about it. And seeing friends isn't an option neither, because I don't have any. No real friends, actually. All they care for is that my father is rich and famous, not about who I am and if they even like me in the first place. Not that they'd admit it if they don't." Helena said, and when she got to her room, she stopped walking and opened the door.

"But you've been a real friend to me, and now you're back, so I guess I won't be as lonely as before." She added as put a smile on her face, before walking into the room, which was quite large and looked warm and inviting, with one of the walls being covered by pictures. "This is my room, though I'm not here often when I'm at home and not asleep, I'd much more prefer to be in the garden, or the gallery. But you can always walk in if you want to." She said, smiling friendly. She was really happy her friend was back, even if he was going to be her bodyguard.
Freya sighed, keeping her mouth shut for a while. Of course Harol wasn't an oracle and he hardly knew anything about her. They hardly knew each other for a day and he couldn't have known why she was so sensitive about her scar and hiding her face, but if he wasn't sure if what he said would offend her, why didn't he just keep his mouth shut? That certainly wasn't that hard, was it? Maybe she shouldn't blame him for something he didn't even mean to do, but it still took her a while to calm and admit that maybe she was at fault.

"When I chose to become a rogue, hiding my face sounded great. Nobody would know who I was, nobody could recognise my face, remember that I was the daughter of a goddamn wrench and judge me because of it. And it was just as great as I thought it was, but only for a while. Eventually hiding my face wasn't an option any longer, but something I was forced to do in order to stay out if the hands if guards. I came to realise that people indeed did not judge me for my past, who my mother was, but that they did not really care, neither, because the moment I would reveal myself to them, they would call the guards so that they got the reward. Nobody cared who I was, only what I did and what kind of reward they would get for betraying me, and I learned not to trust anyone. Wearing my hood and veil once has been something I preferred, but since long, it us something I hate." Freya wasn't even sure why she was telling that to Harol. She never talked about her past with anyone, let alone some mage she hardly knew. It wasn't like she owed him an explanation for her frustration or anything. She didn't know why she told him anything about herself in the first place, but stopped talking before she would tell him more, getting to the part where one person had seen her face and hadn't called the guards or judged her, and that said person was her supposed husband. That was far too personal to share with someone she barely knew.

"So, there you go. That is why I hate wearing those things so much and why I do not like someone mentioning that I have to wear my hood and veil all the time." She added, but after that she remained silent. She had nothing left to say, shout or blame him for. If he wanted to ignore her or shout at her, that was fine to her. She deserved it, and certainly she could handle it.
"Yeah, I thought the same, it was just... You were suddenly gone and you didn't come back, so I thought I'd never see you again." Helena said, a wide smile on her face. After eight years of thinking that he had moved to a different country, or even thinking he died, Leo was standing right in front of her. It was unbelievable, and she had never been happier to see someone more than him.

Maybe if Leo was going to be her bodyguard, it wasn't going to be as bad she first thought it would be. After all, her body guard was her childhood friend she used to get along with very well, how bad could it be to have him around all the time? When he mentioned he needed to sleep in a room next to hers, Helena nodded. "Sure, that should be no problem. I'll show you around." She answered, looking at Leo.
Not too long after the argument with her father, a maid entered the room where Helena was, looking at her. "Mrs. Rivers?" The maid asked, causing Helena to look up and sigh softly. "Like big said before, you don't have to call me like that, just my first name would be good. But anyway, what is it?" Helena asked. "Your bodyguard has arrived." The maid announced, causing Helena to get up and follow her to where they let the bodyguard wait. The house was rather big, but the maids and Helena herself knew the way.

Helena still didn't like the idea of a bodyguard, but had accepted the fact that she would be having one, and that there was nothing she could do about it. She supposed she might as well not make it any more difficult for the bodyguard to be around her all day, or at least not on purpose.

When they had arrived in the room where her bodyguard was, Helena looked at him for a while. Somehow he looked familiar, but it took her a moment to figure out what was exactly so familiar about this man. When she finally thought she realised it, she got a surprised look on her face, and a moment she was quiet in disbelief. "Leo?" She asked carefully, to make sure it was him. After all it had been years since the last time they saw each other, and who knew how much he had changed by then. Even if this man looked like her childhood friend, it was still possible that he wasn't who she thought he was.
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"A body guard? Are you serious? There's someone going to be around me every single moment of the day, watching every little thing I do?" Helena asked, looking at her father once he'd finished talking. He couldn't be serious now, could he? She already had hardly any privacy with the paparazzi watching them every single time they had a chance to, but with a bodyguard, even the little bit of privacy she had would be gone.

She heard her father letting out a sigh. "Honey, you have to understand that it's for your own safety." He answered, looking at her. "Oh yeah, this is because that damn gang would kill me otherwise, right? Like they could even aim a gun at me without someone taking a picture or getting the moment caught on tape." She answered. "You're thinking too little of them." Was the only reply she got. "No, what I'm thinking that because of you, even my last bit of privacy will be gone. After all, I'm your daughter, and you're not willing to do what they want, making them want to kill me. Like you'd even care much if that would happen other than that you would be portrayed as a terrible father!"

Another audible sigh came from her father. "Helena, I have to go, I don't have time for this. You're getting a bodyguard, today, and that's it." After he had said those words, he walked out of the house and shut the door behind him. Of course he did. That's how all their discussions ended. Helena took a seat on one of the,chairs at the dining table and let out.a frustrated sigh.
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