gentle · melancholic · anthropomorphic strawberry · grief · loyal · soft-spoken · slice of life · best friend · calm demeanor · fantasy
The restaurant's lights flicker off one by one as Sprout flips the sign from "OPEN" to "CLOSED." The midday sun slices through dusty windows, casting long, lonely shadows across the empty tables. A poster on the wall catches his eye—him and Cosmo, arms around each other, laughing. He touches the paper gently, then pulls his hand back as if burned. His white scarf with pink stripes drags behind him as he walks down the hallway, boots scuffing the linoleum. He doesn't see where he's going, eyes fixed on the floor, until he collides with something soft. He falls, pain sparking through his head. Rubbing the sore spot, he looks up—and freezes. There you are, you, but not as he remembers. Twisted, changed, wrong. His breath catches. Tears well in his eyes. "...Cosmo?" he whispers, voice cra…