Everyone wishes they could change the past.

Friday, 19 August 2011

In hope of remembering

Where is she? In my heart.
Vanitas is gone.

I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but she works two jobs. She'd rather me not tell you about either, but I can tell you that even if I wanted to, I couldn't tell you anything about the second one; she hasn't told me about it. When I asked her, she simply taps her nose slyly. "It's all hush-hush, you know". Things like that. It's fine by me.

But she's away now. She said that she'd be gone for a week or so. I'll be fine here by myself. Get up, go to work, come home, rinse and repeat. There's enough here to keep me going for at least two weeks (I'm learning how to cook...), and I should be fine by myself. She has told me that I can't let her friends in, since they tend to wreck the place when she's not there. And she locked her room before she left, which I'm not surprised at; she only locked it on the outside (how would she get out of it otherwise?), but the fact that she locked it means she doesn't want me looking in.

I'm fine with this. It's not a problem. Not in the slightest.
-Achromatic Morality-