Monday, 30 March 2015
A note filled with a few scribbled words. How can something so simple leave me feeling so...so…there are no words to describe this.
Ship lost at sea, no known survivors.
I had to search for myself, never trust the words of others; I have learned that lesson too well.
I searched and searched. I have found nothing, no trace except numerous accounts of extreme storms and sunken vessels.
She is gone
She is Gone.
I cannot deal with this pain again, I should have learned the first time with the Cleric. It hurts worse than any poison, more than any enemies blade or torture. I cannot, I will not be a victim to my own emotions
Let people in they say. Why? For this? Always this!
No, no more, never again. A warm heart is a death trap. Melting the ice only leads to pain and betrayal. Be cold; be like the night in the middle of winter, enticing but unreachable, cold, dark, dangerous. I will once again make my heart a blade others will bleed upon.