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Weinkrampf
Legacy Name: Weinkrampf

The Glacier Irion
Owner: SoraNoRyu

Age: 16 years, 8 months, 2 weeks

Born: July 30th, 2007

Adopted: 14 years, 4 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: November 28th, 2009

Statistics

• Level: 136
   
• Strength: 114
   
• Defense: 21
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 77
   
• HP: 31/77
   
• Intelligence: 139
   
• Books Read: 132
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Glitter Master

Me? ... My Name is Weinkrampf.

Yes, I'm always that sad. And no, I don't think you can cheer me up. Thank you for trying, though.


My story? You want to know why I'm so sad?



There is none. No story to me, no reason for my tears. This is just how I am.


Okay... if you really want to hear how I came here... I don't clearly remember.
I'm not usually going places, I tend to just lay where I fall and cry there. I think I used to live in the Arctic Frost, or somewhere else that is cold, because I remember the snow falling on me till I was entirely hidden. I like the snow, it's soothing, and I like how my tears freeze in the cold. It makes my head heavy, and it get's easier to fall asleep.

I'm not always crying because I'm sad, either. Sometimes I cry because I'm happy, or moved, and then I cry because that makes people think I am sad and I'm sorry I can't make them understand. Or because I know how much they try to cheer me up, and how it hurts them to see me just cry harder for all their effort.
And sometimes I just cry because I'm crying.


Pfoetchen was the first to understand.
She lets me stay in my own room here, and gives me lots and lots of plushies to cry on, and enough water so I won't dry up.

It's moist in my room, moist and cold, just how I like it. And I can lie here all I want, and cry all day. People still care, and they try to cheer me up if they think - or know, or think they know - that I'm crying out of sadness at the moment, and they play music, or bring flowers, or build a snowman in my room.

So I'm not lonely, and I have no room to be sad, at least not often.


And then there's him. Unentschieden.

He's a... he's one of these guys who... he does it with all girls, you know?
And I'm not mad, and I'm not even sad because of it, I just... I love him. And he says he loves me too. And I want to believe him, but... but I... I can't.

He says it to all of them, I'm sure.

To all the pretty ones...
Sometimes I'm happy because that means he thinks I'm pretty, too. But he keeps saying I'm special, and not like the others, and I can't believe him because... because I'm not. I'm not special. I'm crying. All the time.
And if I'm special it's just because I don't flirt and play with him like the others, I just sit there and get his fur wet.


And you know what?

He says he likes that. Get's his flowers moistured and stuff.
And that's why I want to believe him when he says he likes me more than the others. Because he put's up with my moodswings, and the crying for five different reasons in just a few minutes, and the cold. Because he spends time with me despite all that, when he could be elsewhere being comfortable.
And that's why I like to think he's honest, because this is how I know I love him.
Being able to put up with stuff you usually avoid, because you're with someone special.

It's the same for me. I like it cold, and I like being alone.
But I'm still happy when he's there, and I snuggle up to his warm body and cry in his fur.


I know he still wants me to stop crying. Just long enough for a kiss, maybe, or because he wants to actually see I am happy, through a smile and not tears.
But I can't stop, not even for a few minutes. I try, I try for him, and maybe someday... maybe some day I'll manage.

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