Diana
I left his room after a while of what seemed to be meaningless ponders, the both of us too frustrated to even continue.
What were we looking for?
What did we hope to find?
Perhaps that was what sealed our fate from the beginning.
A problem shared is a problem solved, they say. So is knowing the problem. Knowing what needed to be solved.
To find something, you must be able to identify it. We didn’t even know what we were looking for.
Was it material? Was it abstract? Was it an emotion?
Everything cluttered my lungs – the questions and lack of answers thereof. I needed air, and so, I sought that instead, edging over to the windowsill in the main hallway, overlooking the garden below.
There was a ledge opposite me, where Edric promptly sat on, perhaps needing the same thing I d
