Regret 009; [Written]

[returninghope]

[A message appears in the journal, first a series of crossed out words and intelligible scribbles, then a harshly scrawled question. Someone seems to be having trouble finding the right words to express themselves today.]

What do you all do to- What happens when--

What do you do to take your mind off something? What are you supposed to do when there's something you just can't stop thinking about?

If there's any way to beat it out of me, that works too.

[Zan'nen's frown deepened. Such a stupid question, but the emptiness of his house was really weighing on his mind. The loss of his roommate, and everyone talking about being sent home and disappearing only made it more apparent. The kid he lived with was always so nervous, how the hell was he supposed to know if he was okay out there? Back on his world? Why wasn't their a way to find out?]

Also, I'd like to know who's still around that recognizes me, if anyone. I was gone for a while. So, hello to the rest of you too, I suppose. Anything major change recently I should know about?

[...]

That's it I guess.

Comments

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

I just meant, it's easier to clarify than correct a later misunderstanding. There's already enough regrets in life without starting unnecessary strife. [Not that he was good at that or anything--the opposite actually.]

[seleniahymn]

I see. [Though that's... not something she wouldn't think about, it seemed to be a little too dark for the current situation.]

By the way, we never introduced ourselves properly to one another, did we?

[returninghope.livejournal.com]

Can't remember if we did. Guess we can go head and do so again, just in case?

My name is Zan'nen. Nice to be acquainted with you. [Or however the hell these things were supposed to be said.]

[seleniahymn]

It's a pleasure to know you, Zan'nen.

Though you had a question other than whether people remember you, didn't you?