27th july 2016
Monday.
Dear diary,
I don't know what 'imagine' means. Or maybe, I don't want to accept that I do. Every thing related to the paranormal world, most efficiently, is an oblivion to me. Imagination leads to expectations, expectations to disappointments. The fact is, we shouldn't let our petite brains float out in the fantasy, it's dangerous. Fantasy is that black hole which feeds on our sorrows, arises hopes.
Imagining sucks.
Fantasy sucks.
Keeping a hope does too.
I realized this, or rather my previous self realized this a bit too late. I didn't know anything about the cliff back then, my 13 year old self dreamed nothing about but the awesomeness of getting older. I imagined that I was living by myself in my own complex with a hell load in my bank account. But...
Everything needs to have a 'but' right?
I hadn't known this all would suck big time. I couldn't hold my exuberance back then, now I want those days back. I don't want these responsibilities, these dramas of life. Is a life in a small house with salary which gives you 3 time meal is much to ask for? Is praying to get rid of this abnormal life, too much to ask for? The cliff. Chesstica. The Runic tomb. Nothing. I want nothing. Just nothing.
I want to be one of these, want to go to work daily, be called by own name,want to have friends, I don't want to be called a Practitioner, don't want to protect the people of Chesstica, I want to be care free. I simply shiver at the thought of having an encounter with The Dismals again. I don't want to go back. I don't want danger.
Why do I find these powers highly absurd?
Maybe because somewhere, somehow, I know. I know that she isn't in this dimension. Maybe because the thought of not getting to meet her again is eating my insides. Maybe because I feel, she is around but not just here. Maybe because I can't identify her. But I can feel her, smell her, look through her eyes, and there is nothing as strong as this.
I know.
I simply do.
-Arthur, x.
A/N:
I dedicate this chapter to @faanciful for supporting me through this story back in the days. She's the real og. <3
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