I feel a bit relieved. Why is that? I'm not sure.
Fear is my biggest weakness, truth is my biggest strength.
I see what is in front of my eyes, I hear what is there to hear. And all I've heard is one voice, your voice, screaming from a distance, yet I've seen nothing to cushion your fall, to propel you out of some vague corner of my mind.
Will people still care? Perhaps. I delighted at your disappearance, then shuddered when you came back. But now, it seems we are watching the same thing.
Thank you.
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The Bleeding Chaos has recently said that Gerard may not be an alcoholic. I'll be there to thank her when she says he definitely isn't.
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