//------------------------------// // 15th of March, 1129, Friday (cont.) // Story: Dear Diary // by KitsuneRisu //------------------------------// 15th of March, 1129, Friday (cont.) I spent some time at the pond, as usual. I’m calm now, dear Diary. I’m okay. It’s sure been a few interesting days, that’s for sure. Some people say to busy yourself with work to clear your head. Twilight would probably give me that advice if she were around. But I’ve always found the quiet methods to be the best. Sometimes, sitting and staring at the stars reflected in a pool, watching them dance and shimmer— It’s peaceful. I start to understand how things work a bit more. You get to think about things a little more deeply, just like the ponds themselves. The clearer the water, the further down you can look. If it’s too busy on the surface, you’ll never get to see how deep it gets. Today I spent a lot of time looking into the darkness of the pond, trying to find where the lights really went. You know I don’t blame her I don’t blame Rainbow. I also left Cloudsdale without a single word. Now I know what it feels like. At least, this time, Rainbow has a proper reason. I don’t think I ever had. Even though everyone says ‘they understand.’ I still feel terrible for what I did. I still feel like it was my fault. Is it my fault, Diary? I know I’ve asked you a thousand times, but I can never answer this question. I wish you had the answers. I wish you could tell me that some mistakes are completely without someone to commit it. But that’s not what mistakes are, are they? No. What I did was murder. Loveacres Reserve Tally Ill/sick: Cottontails - 11 Duties: Seeds