[ bbbbbrings one hand up to her temple. she feels that familiar twinge of baleful acceptance: he has realized her feelings do not live up to his own. the relationships always fell apart fast after that. I wish you would talk to me. Am I always going to come second to your books? Why don't you ever come to visit? We live in the same wing, for Mystra's sake. I can't do this anymore. and she'd snub them, write them off, oh no, too sad, what a shame. she couldn't see the strings, back then, but she always grabbed the scissors.
no subject
no answer. no answer. no answer.
she doesn't want to cut the thread anymore. ]
Herlock, I... [ ... ] There's someone else.