Nexus Forest Outskirts [open]
Curled up beneath a Nexus tree and scribbling in a notebook, Rock did not appear to be enjoying himself. He would write a few sentences before scratching them out, turning the page, and starting over. It was a project assigned to him by his therapist; since he couldn't talk to her about certain things, he would write them out instead. But writing about this? About his first encounter with Forte? It was the last thing he wanted to be doing.
One page finally got a decent amount of writing, the pencil moving slower and slower until Rock forcibly shoved the notebook away. He couldn't do this. The words on the page may have not made the picture very vivid for anyone reading, but Rock was living it out again in his mind, as clear as when it really happened, and those were not good memories.
One page finally got a decent amount of writing, the pencil moving slower and slower until Rock forcibly shoved the notebook away. He couldn't do this. The words on the page may have not made the picture very vivid for anyone reading, but Rock was living it out again in his mind, as clear as when it really happened, and those were not good memories.