Time and hour run through the roughest day
I am unaware of how much time has passed now since the... incident. I don't have the slightest idea of how long it has been since I last received word from Blaise or any sign of her continued existence. But she is Blaise and that is enough reason for me to know that she is alive and well. However that thought is somehow less comforting that it might be. Ah Blaise, I suppose she was the closest thing I ever wanted to a best friend. What wouldn't I give to see her now? To receive some assurance that she's still there, to reach out with both hands and lovingly wind them around her neck as I slowly cut off her air supply. Bloody bint
There has been no word from Blaise. And even less doubt in my mind of where that leaves her in all of this.
I can't really help but wonder where they all are. Blaise, Daphne.. Hannah. Possibly at the manor? I have no way of knowing. I also cannot help wating to be the one there instead of Blaise- if the manor is where she may be. I do wonder what joys would await me upon my returning home if I ever were foolish enough to do so.
I would love to see my mother... I miss here terribly, but doubt that she shares these same sentiments for her poor outcast son. Were it not for that fact, I might still run back to her. Unfortunately I cannot fool myself with the delusion that she would open her arms to her foolish offspring.
Is any of this worth estrangement from one's own mother?
Are any sides of this war, or any ideal or moral standard worth it?
No- probably not. But its a bit late to realize this now isn't it?
I wonder whats for supper.