013.TXT [Texts/Action]
[Private text to Charles, at approximately sundown]
Sorry, sir, but I would like to take a sick day today. It has nothing to do with Vaid.
---
[Amelia sits at the edge of the water at the beach of the Tropical Paradise climate zone. She carries her umbrella, rests on a beach towel and wears a modest bathing suit, but it's early nighttime. The stars are clear, shining with gentle starlight.
Speaking with friends has become a rare activity, sparely distributed in her life. A nocturnal schedule enforced it, as well. It's still hard letting go of Feferi, and that means that all she has left is Vanille, who barely counts due to drifting away. Amelia closes her eyes and holds onto the umbrella more tightly.
The satisfaction from recently completing a personal project has fallen back into not just vague sadness, but a soul-wasting loneliness, to the point where it seems pointless for her to try to distribute it. There have been several plans for a mass trip to the beach before...so, here she lays. She can at least shadow the idea of a congregation--in this way, in the days that she's awake.]
---
[Private text to JJ]
Thank you for everything we've done. I don't deserve you. Are we friends?
Sorry, sir, but I would like to take a sick day today. It has nothing to do with Vaid.
---
[Amelia sits at the edge of the water at the beach of the Tropical Paradise climate zone. She carries her umbrella, rests on a beach towel and wears a modest bathing suit, but it's early nighttime. The stars are clear, shining with gentle starlight.
Speaking with friends has become a rare activity, sparely distributed in her life. A nocturnal schedule enforced it, as well. It's still hard letting go of Feferi, and that means that all she has left is Vanille, who barely counts due to drifting away. Amelia closes her eyes and holds onto the umbrella more tightly.
The satisfaction from recently completing a personal project has fallen back into not just vague sadness, but a soul-wasting loneliness, to the point where it seems pointless for her to try to distribute it. There have been several plans for a mass trip to the beach before...so, here she lays. She can at least shadow the idea of a congregation--in this way, in the days that she's awake.]
---
[Private text to JJ]
Thank you for everything we've done. I don't deserve you. Are we friends?