Novembris 14, 373
Last night, I lost a friend.
The pain of our parting is almost too much to bear. How many friends have I already gained and lost? How many more must I lose?
But this… this one was my fault. And I think it is this which hurts the most. The fact that I deserve every moment of his scorn.
His words still burn in my ears. “I was a fool for thinking you anything more than a pretty bauble.” Perhaps he is right.
Perhaps I am merely a pretty bauble and nothing more.