[Badly Locked, so V. Easily Hackable]

Dec 03, 2007 21:45

I...there must be something wrong with me.

He's...gone, completely enough that he may as well be dead. It feels like it, anyway, and I know that's irrational but that's how it feels. As if he died.

By all rights, I should...I don't know. I don't know how I should be feeling, what's the right way to grieve, because I've never lost someone this close to me before, and even if I had...I mean, his...he's still alive. He's not Demyx, but he's still alive. He's...

Regardless. However I should be feeling, I find myself...I have an engagement, this Saturday, and I am quite looking forward to it. And it feels like...like I should not...I don't know. I'm having trouble articulating myself, of course.

I don't. I don't know what to do. Perhaps I should...

I think I shall see if Philip and the others have any more notes they need me to transcribe. That should...allow me to simply not think for a while.

demyx is dyme, eeeeeee-moe

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