Author's Note: Hi guys, been a while. It's a busy month for me, so I might not be able to update that quick. I promise I won't discontinue this, but I hope that you guys would be patient for the updates. The fact that I am able to write this prologue almost seems like a miracle to me. And yes, I am that busy with everything.

I would like to inform you about certain things regarding this story. First of all, if this is your first time reading one of my works, you must be oblivious of the fact that I never write these characters in their original form. I always write them as humans, meaning, they do die. Death is irreversible in my version of the HTF world. Second, this story is a sequel to my former stories which are Gravity and Surrender, whilst Surrender is the prequel of the former. Their plots aren't that related with each other, so no need to read those if you haven't yet. Lastly, I have a bad habit of publishing unedited manuscripts and then edit them soon right after. And not just mild edit like, correcting the wrong grammars and/or typographical errors; I actually add a lot of details and paragraphs. So you might want to go back to the chapters, see if there's something of vital essence that you haven't seen before. 'Cause they usually explain a lot as the story progresses. I don't just include details, even if it is a minor one, if they aren't there for a reason.

So that's about it, I hope you enjoy this story because I literally squeeze my baby brain for this. There's no need for you to review, but reviews really make me feel happy and encouraged.

Disclaimer: Happy Tree Friends and its characters aren't mine.

Prologue

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The red curtains danced as the momentary visit of the north wind blew and found entry through her open window. The cold air escaped from the thin fabrics and travelled their way to her snowy cheeks, making her whimper a bit. The girl used her right hand to search for the comforter to cover herself with. The pout in her lips faded as she felt warm under the thick sheet and then sighed in content before going back to sleep. Flaky had always hated the cold weather because her poor defence mechanism against sickness would always fail her, so she was more likely to get sick. Getting sick wasn't the only thing that she hated during that kind of climate, it was also the fact that she was alone in her house and no one can give her warm embraces or take care of her when she was suffering from sickness. It had almost been a year since Flippy left her to fulfil his own responsibilities in the military, leaving Flaky in solitude. The last she saw of him was his image waving goodbye to her before riding a military jeep and going to somewhere far away. Flaky wasn't informed about what kind of operation he was attending to and wasn't aware about his whereabouts up until that day. Nevertheless, she promised herself that she will wait for his safe return and had never even thought of breaking that promise after a long span of time.

Many of her friends had devised against her decision, wanting to convince her to be in a relationship with someone else to somehow ease her pain. But the girl's stubborn head wouldn't listen to anyone and kept her choice of waiting for something uncertain. They were all aware that the era of peace was an illusion and silent wars were taking place all over the world, wars that kill the lives and future of the innocent and even the courageous. Flippy wasn't an exception. Everyone considered him a hero after he left their town to be discharged into a foreign country as a soldier and to fight for his motherland, and him being a hero meant that he would probably end up dead. Amidst all the almost deafening rumours of Flippy's demise, Flaky had remained hopeful of his safety and everyone ended up considering her in denial of the obvious truth.

Flaky turned to the side with her eyebrows lowered as a soft moan escaped her cherry lips. The troubled expression in her face began to become more lucid as the images of violence clouded her dreaming consciousness. Her heavy breathing and now sweating forehead gave the idea that she was probably having a nightmare. She tossed and turned furiously before finally snapping out from suffering a terrible dream as she quickly jolted forward with her eyes wide open in shock. When she realised that the brutality of her dark visions wasn't real, the girl clenched her hands on her chest and tried her best to stop her irrepressible sobs and crying. The beads of cold sweat and warm tears began to trickle their way across her trembling face and refused to stop exploring her skin. Gradually, the girl began to calm down but her stubborn tears never ceased to fall from her sorrowful eyes. The visions from her nightmare lingered inside her stressed mind: of warfare, of hostility, of carnage, and of dying. The girl wiped her tears away, wishing that she could erase her worry in the same manner. It wasn't the first time that she had that dream, and day by day the dream was becoming more and more vivid. The dream would always be about Flippy's death. In her optimistic mind she hoped that it wasn't a subliminal message of the reality... that they would remain only in her dreams.

Rays of sunlight began to pierce through the small opening of her red curtains, bringing calming warmness to her sun kissed skin. The sensation brought her comfort, it was almost like how her lover would make her feel whenever he greets her a good morning. The longing for her beloved made her incline almost everything with him; she thought that it somehow effectively dissolved her solitude. The girl made her feet meet the floor before finally leaving the comfort of her bed. She walked her way to the bathroom sink and then washed her face with the warm faucet water.

After a while, the unexpected ringing of her doorbell had caught her attention. She made her way to her front door to check who would want to visit her during an early Sunday morning. Her red fluffy yet spiky hair bounced with every of her step as she traversed from room to room in curiosity, and after arriving to her destination; she put her hand on the door knob before twisting it. She peeked on the tiny opening and saw no one or nothing there. The girl then deduced that it was probably some kid who was playing pranks on her. Flaky was ready to close the door but then something caught her attention: a white envelope, lying on her doorstep.

She was hesitant to get the said item at first but then pursued to get the letter from the floor. She closed the door behind her with the letter between her delicate fingers, impatiently waiting to unseal the message hidden inside the said envelope. Whoever sent that letter remained a mystery to her, until she carefully tore the envelope open. The girl held that piece of paper in her hands and after she read the note, her arms trembled hysterically in anticipation.

'I'm coming home soon.'

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