the other night, when we went out for dinner, i thought everything was turning out okay for us. i guess i was wrong. dead wrong.
what happened?
all the while i thought i was getting my friend back. that we were finally getting over what happened. that we were turning new leaves, trunks, stumps, and the whole tree for cryin' out loud.
i guess i was wrong. yet again.
the other night, when i bought you the cake, and you smiled at me- i thought i was getting back the person i used to care for so much. that i was winning over the terrestrial visionary, even if it meant me going down on my knees and pleading for forgiveness for the atrocity that i caused that poor soul.
was i wrong yet again?
you told me i haven't really won your trust back. hey, i wasn't even trying to. because i know it would take a miracle to win you back. i am not that hopeful. i am not that optimistic. never was, after everything happened.
what happened to us, brave one?
i was shocked when you said those things to me. out of the blue, you shifted from nice, cool and sassy to enraged, stark mad and petrifying. was i angry with what you did? i was. very. but i didn't want to make things worse for us. not now. not never. but i never thought you could judge me so coldly. was i hurt? i was. deeply. as if you didn't know the real me. all you saw was the exoskeleton. what of the other skins? sadly i trod my way home. sad. angry. confused. estranged more than ever.
what happened to us ectar?
i got no idea.

ancient one out. of my mind.