Entry tags:
- we the lost: !ic,
- we the lost: eliza owens,
- we the lost: emily kaldwin,
- we the lost: kd6-3.7,
- we the lost: meulin leijon,
- we the lost: montague "monty" navarro,
- we the lost: phillip gray,
- we the lost: renart,
- we the lost: royce melborn,
- we the lost: the psiionic,
- we the lost: toriel,
- we the lost: zangetsu
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Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street
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(Hope this is ok)
Or whoever reads the mail in that house, I don't care.
Where's Emily?
I haven't heard from her and it's been kind of longer than usual.
Is she sick or something?
-Kurosaki
totally okay!
Emily is gone from the Meadous. My condolences.
- A.S.
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Isn't this supposed to be the other way around? She's your adoptive daughter. Or something like that.
You don't think she's coming back? That pokey guy did.
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I don't see how we could have any idea whether she will or not.
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You've been here longer than I have, youNo, you're right, that was a stupid question.
What are you going to do now?
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You probably don't, but if you find you need an extra set of hands for anything, I'm not too hard to find.
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Thank you. You're a good lad.
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[That's a bit of a joke. More seriously (and only somewhat crossed out but not beyond visibility);]
I don't know how to take things like that being what I am. It gets twisted up in my head. JustIt's nothing worth thanking, really.
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(i can't believe he's telling this to alfie out of everyone, oh boy)
I don't mean I can't take it because I'm some pathetic fool. I mean I literally can't. My soul is broken. Not in a boo-hoo way. In the way that there's an actual hole in me. It screws with my head. I am pretty much terminally an asshole because anything else makes it feel like I'm dying and worse. Even Mom knows about it. There are things I can't say and that I can't understand even if it's a simple frigin concept. Not unless I put in some stupid amount of effort in shredding myself up. Like some dumb fairytale curse or something.
But I'm not a coward. If I was afraid I wouldn't have let Emily near me.
Alfie like "oh hell i'm Too Tired for this"
Sorry Alfie, everyone around you is a mess
I'm listening. What do you believe?
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I can tell Emily mattered because her being gone sucks. Not knowing what to do about this sucks. I can tell I gave a crap about my old asshole friends and Dad because I'm pissed at what they've done. I can tell who still matters to me because I've given everything for that bastard and I'd do it again for Mom.
So yeah, I can work it out. I'm already trying anyway. But I can't think of a reason why. And I can't just make myself perfectly fine just like that. There isn't a man alive or dead who can do what I'm doing. Can't I just let myself be kind of a jerk? It took me so long to figure all this out. I want to be able to breathe sometimes.
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[The consequences, in this case, apparently being Alfie calling him a good kid despite it all.]
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