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Frost remained silent as he watched her leave, remaining seated in the corner of the attic. He just waited, her figure finally out of sight, and still he sat there. It almost seemed like he was frozen in time, even his breathing being so gentle it didn't show. All aspects of life were beyond him, speech, movement, everything. Finally, the young man rose to his feet, and he looked down at the ground. Ever since waking up earlier that day, he had been in a constant state of thought. He had reframed from showing it, mainly because he wasn't even aware of it himself.
Thoughts were playing through his mind, possible outcomes of his actions, everything. Placing his hand over his heart, he just stood there, as if trying to listen to it. He got nothing, and that was exactly what he had secretly known would happen. Perhaps he was still just dazed, but his mind wasn't thinking straight at the moment. Slowly heading out of the attic, he headed to his room, deciding he'd take a shower when he woke up for the Cadet Meeting. Things weren't right in his head, and he also knew he'd have to meet Jean after the meeting. He just began to wonder, where his life would go from here.
Is this real, or was it just......
[Guess that wraps this thread up. XD]
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One might assume I'm a gentle person, but get to know me, and you'll learn I'm as chilling as ice, for my name is Frost, the Dragoon of Ice.
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