Sorrow?
[private, unhackable to all but close friends; perfectly public to Red Mage for obvious reasons]
. . . Momo has left. I have been in the habit of checking the apartment listings every morning. Her name is no longer there.
. . . She was one of the first to befriend me, as cumbersome a friend I must have been. And she is the first whom I have known personally to leave. Others have expressed great sorrow over the loss of their companions; despair at the likely thought of never seeing them again.
I do not feel much of anything. Though that is hardly abnormal.
I suppose, in a sense, . . . I am somewhat relieved. Better to leave us now. I do not sense anything good for the future of this island.
Be well, Momo.
. . . Momo has left. I have been in the habit of checking the apartment listings every morning. Her name is no longer there.
. . . She was one of the first to befriend me, as cumbersome a friend I must have been. And she is the first whom I have known personally to leave. Others have expressed great sorrow over the loss of their companions; despair at the likely thought of never seeing them again.
I do not feel much of anything. Though that is hardly abnormal.
I suppose, in a sense, . . . I am somewhat relieved. Better to leave us now. I do not sense anything good for the future of this island.
Be well, Momo.