|| A Day before March 20th. Night.

Snufkin sat on a Fallen log as The fish he had caught for tonight sizzled under the open campfire, He had pinned their fins to a stick and then hung them upside down on the fire that glew under the cold technically-not-spring night air. His hat down on the soil of the earth beside him. The brim leaning on the log he was sitting on.

He had made.. A very Implusive decision. A Stupid decision he probably call it later on .

He had- how do I put this- Oh forget it. He wasn’t coming back to Moominvalley. Yes you heard that right, He isn’t coming back on the first day of spring like always. Rather- He’s not coming at all. Afterall, why should he? Nobody probably misses him there, He just comes back for Moomintroll, who’ll probably get bored of him eventually.

He was Zoned out. Staring into the Light source infront of him that cooked up his dinner (The campfire if you couldn’t fucking tell-)

His hair slightly blew in the gentle breeze of the night. The distant sound of a owl could be heard as the Moon shone over the entire forest. Emitting a gorgeous slight blue light over everything. But that couldn’t even take Snufkin out of his thoughts, Had he made a mistake? No, He didn’t, He wasn’t coming back that’s final. He’s gonna feel like he’s being tied down then, But why does leaving feel just as bad? Oh The Questions in his mind were as hard as hell to answer