Project

7.1: How to Understand the Complicated.

Questioner, Writer and Wynter all sat down around the glass coffee table, which had 2 cups of tea (and one of hot cocoa), sugar, milk and a deep blue tea pot. The echoes of Questioner's playing still hung around their heads, allowing for more clear thinking when it came to recollecting. Wynter, though still worried as to what would happen to Project, still knew that the truth would be the best bet at this point. Project had gone, and all that was left were small fragments, each telling a different story, a different chapter. These would be the pieces of a path which could lead to either a bad finale, or a revelation unlike any other.

Wynter cleared her throat, "So, what do you need to know at first?" she asked. Questioner was the one to respond, allowing Writer to listen, "Well, first things first, I'd like to know if you received a letter from Project, one just before you left for France?" he asked, knowing what the answer was due to Spencer's conversation that seemed like months ago.

"Oh, yes, I do. It's in my desk." She explained, as she got up and revealed a key in her pocket. Questioner made a mental note of this, must be very confidential if she keeps the key. She unlocked the top draw, and removed four text-filled pages, with the first page bearing the title "(Hopefully not!) Final Message to Wynter!" Questioner took a look at this one, after learning from not immediately looking at documents, and read it through carefully.

Though it was only four pages compared to Spencer's seven-page letter, it seemed to have so much more detail, more memories, and more emotion. Inspiration, joy, sadness, regret, acceptance, it was all a roller coaster of thoughts and feelings, which made Questioner understand the timestamps.

The letter had multiple time stamps –one beginning and multiple ends– which were dotted on pages one and four; the final end time being almost a full week after the beginning. It was astonishing to see that Project was spending days writing letters to people, capturing the moments in time that stood out to those around them. Dedication surely was a trait they didn't take lightly. Some of the letter strangely consisted of apologies or requests not to feel upset, which made sense from a Project standpoint, but still seemed off with the overall feel the letter had. Upon further inspection, it seemed as though Wynter was more than a friend to them, but not much went further after they had some realisations (though the realisations were seemingly left vague to Questioner's annoyance).

After having a read through, Questioner decided to broach the topic, "So, by the sounds of this letter, Project thought a lot about you," Judging by Wynter's slight redness, Questioner's suspicions weren't incorrect, "Would you mind explaining, just in case it had something to do with Project's disappearance."

"Well, they did, but I couldn't really reciprocate. I mean, they said they didn't want me to feel upset, but I hate saying no to people! I just, well they knew their chances apparently anyways. They even say in the letter: 'I knew my chances were very slim,' so I guess that helped, but I still feel so bad..." Wynter explained, her eyes showing the regret and guilt, but still having a glimmer of hope. Even if it made her feel bad, Project had told her to keep her chin up, and she's done so every day. She continued to explain her story.

"Before this Finale thing, before anything crazy and weird like The Incident, I knew Project as a quiet friend who saw the best and worst in people. They new how to talk, or write in this case, to people and make them feel better. We had met in school, and had been friends until The Incident, and I started to realise something was up with them. At first, I wasn't sure as to whether I should intervene, as Project is one of those people to not dwell on themselves, but instead focus on others. They were always mediating between all of us, but never said a thing about how they were."

"Would you describe them as robotic?" Questioner asked curiously, trying to find more correlations, but Wynter surprisingly said, "No, I never thought that. Yeah, their voice was monotone at times, but they still had emotion, they still had fears. I feel as though those fears had been the things that forced them to do everything they could to help us out."