27. S1 Finale: Reunion Pt 3(2)

Sasha big goofy grin slowly fell and eventually, her smile faded. Looking away, she watched the stars solemnly. "... She was right there, y'know? If I only talked to her a bit more, maybe things would've changed. Maybe... Maybe we wouldn't have fought."

"I thought that when I found her again, it would've been so easy. Instead, everything got so complicated." She lamented, followed by a sigh. "Sprig... Am I a good person?"

Sprig thought about it. And oh boy, did he think about it. Tapping his finger on his chin, he then shrugged. "Nah."

"Wow, way to be cut in deep there. Might as well twist the knife while you're at it."

"But you're not a bad person either!" Sprig quickly added. Raising a brow, Sasha motioned him to continue. "It's more like you have some good and some bad. But they don't cancel each other out. They just... exist together, you know?"

"You mess up a lot but that's just part of being a person, both good and bad. You're getting there and I think that's okay."

Sasha blinked. That wasn't the answer she had hoped for; it wasn't even remotely close. It was vague, indecisive and had a lot of wordplays just to avoid answering the question. All in all, one of the weirdest responses she received.

Yet, why did she feel satisfied?

Sasha cracked a smile, for real this time. "Thanks, Sprig. That was a hecking lot of faffing about but I respect that. Even if it was cheesy."

"What does cheese have anything to do with this?" Sprig replied with a raised brow.

Sasha burst into hearty laughter, slapping her knee. "Hahahaha! That's a good one!"

The two shared a laugh as they watched the day finally appear. The sunrise today felt different — more blessed even. Its brilliant edges were shining positively golden on the horizon, illuminating the world around them.

Even after all that happened, the world continued to spin, unhindered by the drama and disaster. It was proof that there'll always be a tomorrow and that one day, maybe things could be different. Maybe things... could be better.

One just has to keep trying.

Sprig tugged in a breath of fresh morning air, hints of dewdrops and mint flowing in the cold breeze. "Hah, the air always smells different at this hour. I'm gonna go head on inside for breakfast. You coming?"

Sasha shook her head. "Maybe later. Just tell Hop Pop to save some for me."

"Not sure if you can eat any of Hop Pop's cooking yet but okay!"

With Sprig entering the home, Sasha was once more left alone with her thoughts. The details of the fight were blurry and her memories weren't exactly clear either. But one thing's for sure; if she survived the tower's destruction, so did Anne. Someday, they'll meet up again and when that day comes, she won't make the same mistake.

Taking a deep breath, Sasha performed one last stretch before heading back in, pulling her arms up high. It felt nice being able to walk again but oh boy, did her body feel sore. A pizza would be great, now that she thought about it.

"You're planning on making a pizza, ey? Well, count me in! I've got a hankering for one!"

Sasha stopped. Slowly, she lowered her arms and looked around.

That voice...

"You're looking for me?" The squeaky female voice called out. Suddenly, from the void in front of her, a translucent pink frog literally popped into existence, floating in mid-air like an autumn leaf. The frog looked like a ghost that only she could see and acted surprisingly casual. "Sorry for the drab appearance! I was initially going for a more dramatic introduction but you started talking about pizza and I couldn't wait."

Sasha blinked. Was she seeing things? She rubbed her eyes for good measure. But there was no denying it.

It was her.

The pink frog from her nightmares, now in the real world.

"You know what'd be great on pizza? Chocolate. I think chocolate sprinkles would be fantastic. What do you think?"

"... WHAT THE FU—!"

But I love you sooo... (please, let me go)

I love you sooo... (please, let me go)

I love you so-oooo...! (please, let me go)

I love you sooo...