A screenshot of an AO3 fic I wrote about TF comic 7, titled "The Days Have Worn Away". The summary reads as follows: It hadn’t felt like you were apart at all. You’d taken them with you everywhere; in a memory, in a joke between friends. Immortalized them by sharing a name, a hairstyle, or a piece of clothing. Honored them with little homemade talismans that you’d fondly rub your thumb over and hold close to your heart, precisely where they had so effortlessly touched you in return. It would take decades to say everything, longer still to feel it. How do you show love to something that is just as much of you as your blood and bones? All you could muster was a deep, even breath and a quick swipe at your eyes. They’d invited you here, to share this with them. Just like the jungle, the mountains, the mines… This was home to you now, too. You felt complete, included. Thoroughly welcomed.
You're here! Of course you are. You were invited, after all. Come on in!
a quick, non proofread stream of sentiment about the ending of the tf comics! <3 i hope you enjoy! ^_^
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