Starting a civilization wasn't easy. Ever since you and Leafy had decided to pursue the creation of Dreamier Island, your bond had become unbreakable. You'd discovered sides to each other that you never knew existed, and shared moments that would be written in your history forever. Still, Leafy couldn't help but reminisce on the past and all of the hurt feelings and the tension between you two.

Tonight, a violent storm had hit the quaint island, wrecking most of your humble buildings and forcing you and Leafy to take cover in a scrappy shack. The wind rattled the walls, and the thunder sent chills down your spine.

Leafy set down her hammer, giving you a soft, nervous smile as she took a seat a safe distance from you, wrapping her arms around herself to conserve warmth. A moment of silence hung in the air before she spoke.

"Hey... I've just been thinking. I know that this probably isn't the place you want to be in right now, and I just want you to know—" she took a deep breath, folding her hands together. "—I'm really sorry. For everything."