IC: Losing That Which You Have Not Gained.
*The paper is speckled here and there with the discoloration of water colliding with fresh ink.*
I was visited by the dragon tonight. He came with tellings of the future. Fate... is unkind.
Yue is with child.
They are unlikely to come to term. We lose our cubs before ever they are born. Strange, to feel both love and loss for cubs that are only beginning to form.
I was strong, earlier, for Yue. Now she sleeps, and I can grieve.
Two years ago... Two months ago, even, I would definitely be in a drunken stupor right now. I would possibly be trying to destroy myself. I cannot do that now, and it feels very strange to say that.
I have to be here for Yue. I have to be clear-headed. I have to provide her a rock, because she will need one.
I told her, myself. There was a brief moment of sadness, and then she locked it away. Instead, it became rage. This, I can understand. This, I know. How many times have I done the same?
She asked me to take her hunting for demons. I took her through the portal to Draenor. We flew into the jungles of Tanaan. We slaughtered demons together. I feel no remorse for this, for obvious reasons. It felt good. We fought well together.
She seemed somewhat better after, but...
I can only wonder how much else she has locked away in herself, because of this and other things. There is far more sadness there than she has revealed to me, I suspect. She needs to release it. To hold it in will cause it to fester, until she no longer CAN hold it in. It will explode out of her, and she may be hurt in the explosion.
She has not wanted to talk about her past so far. I will not press her. But I will be here when she is ready. I will make sure she knows this.
...She will know before I tell her, of course. She will read this.
I love you, Yue.
*far down towards the bottom of the page, a new line has been more recently written; as evidenced by the lack of smudging*
I need a drink.
I was visited by the dragon tonight. He came with tellings of the future. Fate... is unkind.
Yue is with child.
They are unlikely to come to term. We lose our cubs before ever they are born. Strange, to feel both love and loss for cubs that are only beginning to form.
I was strong, earlier, for Yue. Now she sleeps, and I can grieve.
Two years ago... Two months ago, even, I would definitely be in a drunken stupor right now. I would possibly be trying to destroy myself. I cannot do that now, and it feels very strange to say that.
I have to be here for Yue. I have to be clear-headed. I have to provide her a rock, because she will need one.
I told her, myself. There was a brief moment of sadness, and then she locked it away. Instead, it became rage. This, I can understand. This, I know. How many times have I done the same?
She asked me to take her hunting for demons. I took her through the portal to Draenor. We flew into the jungles of Tanaan. We slaughtered demons together. I feel no remorse for this, for obvious reasons. It felt good. We fought well together.
She seemed somewhat better after, but...
I can only wonder how much else she has locked away in herself, because of this and other things. There is far more sadness there than she has revealed to me, I suspect. She needs to release it. To hold it in will cause it to fester, until she no longer CAN hold it in. It will explode out of her, and she may be hurt in the explosion.
She has not wanted to talk about her past so far. I will not press her. But I will be here when she is ready. I will make sure she knows this.
...She will know before I tell her, of course. She will read this.
I love you, Yue.
*far down towards the bottom of the page, a new line has been more recently written; as evidenced by the lack of smudging*
I need a drink.