09 phobias | voice | december 14
It's going to be Christmas in a few days. [Monk sounds incredibly somber, something that might be startling to those only familiar with his insanity]
It wasn't even close to winter at home, but I guess in this world it counts...this will be thirteen years since she died. I don't - I left flowers at the graveyard. I know, I know that she's not there, but it didn't feel right not doing it. I wonder if she can see them here?
[he chuckles, but there is no humor in the sound] If she can, I don't think she'd be proud of me anymore. I'm even more useless than I was in San Francisco. Maybe it'd be better if I was alone. At least I'd be less of a disappointment that way.
...I'm not going to celebrate. Please don't ask me, I don't have the energy to argue right now.
It wasn't even close to winter at home, but I guess in this world it counts...this will be thirteen years since she died. I don't - I left flowers at the graveyard. I know, I know that she's not there, but it didn't feel right not doing it. I wonder if she can see them here?
[he chuckles, but there is no humor in the sound] If she can, I don't think she'd be proud of me anymore. I'm even more useless than I was in San Francisco. Maybe it'd be better if I was alone. At least I'd be less of a disappointment that way.
...I'm not going to celebrate. Please don't ask me, I don't have the energy to argue right now.