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Olive thinks it’s fine to think everything. He thinks it’s fine to think nothing at all. He looks down to Ferocio, Jules, and Nery enjoying a collection of peaches.
With their one solemn food, the fruit comes from the cheer in their laughs, the pain in days past. In this moment they are joyous, it is fleeting, welcoming a moment of passion, and the feelings of anticipation. He looks at the stars.
Moments can’t last, he hears from somewhere. He is a prince, and in this kingdom there is no harshness to find the right words. No knowing to the concept of perfection. That may be as rare as the moment that just passed they will never get back again. And with them, their eyes smile as they pass ten peaches, their minds are empty but feel everything.
