Well, I have a lot of idea’s. Want me to just shoot some off and see if you like any of them?
Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.
Well, is there anything loud and exciting that you have in mind?
I honestly have no idea. Loud and exciting isn’t really my forte. I was hoping you’d be the one with the ideas.
Well, do you want to go do something loud and exciting?
Oh dear, not too loud. Appropriately loud and exciting would be nice.
We’re going to casually ignore the fact that I just spit up on myself, okay? Okay.
Well, it sound like you need to spice up your life a bit.
Alright, okay. If you say so.
Probably. I do like the quiet, but it feels as if it’s been too quiet.
You’d be losing a lot of books. A lot of books.
But anyway, Annie, it’s been a long time. How is your life going?
Far, far too many.
Oh! Do you need a napkin?
Well, it seems I have been going better than most of the town. It’s been a bit dull and quiet, but I suppose it’s okay.
She left her books at the library again.
Oh dear, not again… Oh gosh, I’ve been looking for this one everywhere! Thank you, Adam. I don’t know what I’d do without you looking out for me.
Help with what exactly…?
You’re the girl from the bakery, right? What would you say is your best product?
He really was. I don’t think I’d ever met a person who made me laugh so much. You know, we talked about burning a monastery down… I suppose the hardest part is Grant wanted to change. He’d told me just a few hours before… um, it happened and I just keep replaying it in my head, his hopeful expression and I can’t help but think about what could have been…
I feel like I have no right to grieve because if I could have done something, anything, then I wouldn’t have to grieve because he wouldn’t be dead.
A part of me wishes I’d met him, but a part of me is somewhat glad that I don’t have to experience this pain as potently again, as cruel as that sounds. What do you mean he wanted to change? I’d heard that he was addicted to alcohol… Was he giving it up?
What happened? Was it something you could have prevented? Or was it something that was out of everyone’s hands?
Grant was a really great guy, one of the funniest and nicest people I knew. Though I wasn’t that close to him. I suppose, I acted a lot like his older sister. I don’t exactly know how to mourn… It seems heartless to say but, everyone dies and it’s a lot less painful to look at it that way, I guess.
He sounds lovely. Even when you don’t know a person well, when they’re lovely, it gets even worse. There is no proper way to mourn. We’re all different, and how we deal with things will be different as well. I’ve seen people grow more sensitive or more cold after losing someone close. It’s a very… personal thing. And as harsh as that philosophy sounds, it’s reality.