The Heart Can Heal.

[Swiftkusura]

A small diary was written with a sloppy penmanship, legible by those with the patience to try to read it.

"Last week I left my cave, she's been telling me to do it for a long time
and I can't keep pushing it off anymore."

"Everything feels so much different than it did, walking through the streets of Arcadia
like I hadn't run from my fears so long ago, but I feel so welcome."

"What do I do? I hid away for so long I never figured this sort of thing out,
and now time feels like it's moving again."

"I was told that sometimes it's okay to be wrong, watching as more pain still manages to exist even now,

but I want to be right. Right for the her, right for these new people who welcomed me."

"I was called lovely not long after, she must have known I was in pain, like little cracks forming on my heart.

I want to see myself the way she saw me, not the way this shadow spills out from me."

"I realize now, I never had to worry about anything."

"It's too much, really, but it has helped me forget all of the pain I felt that day I ran.
Maybe, everything will be okay."

The scribbling came to a close and so too did the book, content with what was written.