Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160829031840/@comment-26571677-20160831095936

Gravel crunched behind Ashlyn, and Dust sat next to her, propping up his rifle with his hands. The sky lit up with shades of orange, red, and yellow, as the ruined city underneath was bathed in the light of a fading sun, giving out a final, brilliant burst of light.

He didn't speak for a few moments, enjoying the view, before breaking it, with soft, gentle words from his mouth.

"Y'know, there's a saying that goes, 'Your history is what makes your story'. In my opinion, sure, it's true but...who says that what you do now can't also be a part of a story? Who says that only the bad things that have passed, only moments long gone, are the onyl parts of your story?"

He laughs lightly and softly,

"No, I think, that every passing second, every happy moment, every sad moment, and every moment of love is just another stepping stone for when you reach your final chapter in the book fo your life, where you'll be judged for what type of life you've lived. So....I guess, my advice for you, is to live a happy one! Sure, some bad stuff may have happenbed to you in the past, but that's why it's called the past, right? From now on....you might as well resolve to keep your book as good of one as you can, as hard as you try, to make your life a happy one, one that'lll make others smile, all along the way."

He paused another second, and put a hand on her shoulder as he stood,

"After all...we can only write one book, can't we? Why not make it the best that we possibly can?"

With that said, he started to walk back to their campsite, where a bubbling pot of steamy, delicious smelling stew was ready.

"C'mon, kiddo. Dinn'ers getting cold."