Tranquility ✧ Syndisparklez

Day 457

Day 457

It's been about a year and 3 months since I last heard from Sonja and Tucker. They haven't shown up in dreams, mirrors, anything. They just vanished.

Is it weird to say I miss them?

I guess I'm cured, right? But there isn't a cure for MPD. Maybe this journal thing really helped... There's only a couple more pages left, and to be quiet honest... I don't want to fill them out.

Just because I want to leave them available for Sonja and Tucker when they come back... If they come back.
I'm starting to question if this is what I actually wanted. If I could go back and do this all over again, I wouldn't have done this, because I didn't realize how much company they've given me until they left.

But they're gone now...
-Jordan Maron

As I scribbled my signature, my phone buzzed against the table. I leaned over to check the screen.

"Hey, I really enjoyed catching up with you last week! Are you busy right now?"

It was Tom. We stopped talking after "the incident." I figured it was in both of our best interests. He moved back to his apartment and continued with his life as normal; meanwhile I stayed in my apartment and continued to use Twitch as a new job, but there was always a big hole in my life after Tom left.

I quickly typed back.

"No, I'm free :)"

Tom and I entered the same Twitch stream last week. My Twitch chat lost their minds when they heard his voice and my voice in the same stream again. We used to do everything together, so the sudden change was a huge leap for them. And for me...

I missed him.

"Lunch?"

My heart leaped. Sure, I've talked to Tom over Skype this past week, but I haven't seen him face to face in a year.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

I anxiously flipped through the pages of my journal, awaiting a response. The three gray bubbles taunted me as I patiently waited.

As I flipped to the back cover of the leather journal, my fingers absentmindedly danced over the texture. The smooth leather binding was suddenly interrupted by a dent.

Two dents...

It was like writing.

A message, imprinted... Engraved into the soft binding.

"What the hell..." I mumbled to myself, turning my desk lamp on to get a better view.

I traced the letters....

Symbols...

With my fingertips.

💧︎❄︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎📪︎ ☺︎⚐︎☼︎👎︎✌︎☠

"Meet you at your place? 6:15-ish?"

I quickly typed back, tossing the journal into the bottom desk drawer.

"Yeah, sounds good."

"See ya then."