Sure.
Yeah.
That’s all.
You’re not stalling because you absolutely don’t want to go at all or anything, but feel like you have to…
It’s not because of Ziros.
Not because you feel absurd about the whole idea, but kinda want to go looking for him.
Where would you even begin?
It’s not like you can just walk up and down the street shouting his name like you’re calling for a lost dog…or can you?
That idea almost makes you smile.
But you probably shouldn’t just go shouting his true name all over town.
Even if hewaslikely to hear.
Which he isn’t. Considering he’s probably somewhere very far away.
And probably doesn’twantto be found.
Your heart sinks with that realization.
As you get into the shower alone, you can’t help but remember what transpired here. It already feels so long ago, though it was only a few days.
It feels like you’ve known him your entire lifetime.
And now he’s gone.
Your eyes sting, but you’re definitely not crying. Yeah. Totally. That’s just the shower water dripping down your face.
Bastard.
Jerk.
Meanie-face.
Couldn’t he have at least left a way to contact him?!
Butnoooo, he had to vanish like he was saying goodbye forever.
And maybe he was.
Maybe he fully intends never to see you again.
Argh!
You decide to channel your sadness into anger instead of wallowing, drying off and getting dressed in a prickly hurry as you curse his name under your breath.
Maybe he’ll hear it.
Maybe he’ll hear you cursing him with his name, channeling all your anger into your magic, willing him to know just how much of a bastard he is.
That’s a nice idea.
