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Rosamund
Legacy Name: Rosamund

The Nostalgic Kumos
Owner: angie

Age: 11 years, 9 months, 1 week

Born: July 15th, 2012

Adopted: 11 years, 9 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: July 15th, 2012

Statistics

• Level: 94
   
• Strength: 235
   
• Defense: 232
   
• Speed: 232
   
• Health: 232
   
• HP: 232/232
   
• Intelligence: 18
   
• Books Read: 11
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Sales Associate

(quote/narrative/letter)

i mailed you a letter today
filled with empty words and small postscripts

p.s. you left behind many afterthoughts
and taught me that i was one, too.

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"Maybe I come from dust. And maybe the air and the lights and the world will one day tear me apart and to dust, I will return. But if you ever see me again, in this life or the next, there will be enough of me left, to become a rock. Or something, at least, that you can lean on."

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i don't know why a story must have an ending in order to be called a story at all. when i was little, i would hand in half-completed stories to my teachers. every single one frowned down at me, telling me that it was unsatisfactory work -- too abrupt, too many loose ends. every story must have an ending, they told me.

but this story has no ending. it is not particularly interesting by any standards, but it is my story, and that will have to do.

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(written on the front and back of a napkin)

dear acquaintance,
i made myself a cup of tea today. the tea bags were all gone, so i used tea leaves instead. i made it the way you liked, with a dash of citrus and a hint of honey. at first, i simply held the delicate cup clasped between my hands, feeling the warmth emanating through the porcelain. i remember when the warmth came from you. but it is cold now, and no matter what i try to do, i cannot seem to become warm again. you left your favorite sweater behind in your haste, and on an impromptu impulse, i slipped it over my head and my unbrushed hair. it is two sizes too big for me and boasts a style that wasn't even fashionable two years ago, but it doesn't matter much. i haven't had a visitor in days. even with your sweater on, the cold is still here, piercing through my bones.

p.s. the faintest traces of your cologne still linger in the threads of this sweater. it's kind of funny -- i used to nag you about tossing it into the washer more often, and now i can't bring myself to do the same.

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“Stars should not be seen alone. That’s why there are so many. Two people should stand together and look at them. One person alone will surely miss the good ones.”

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------i managed to slip into the routine of watching for your silhouette
there was something comforting in the ritual,
the way that the shadow caressed your body
grasping you in its amorphous embrace

but then you left and even the
soft pitter-patter of rain upon the rooftop is no comfort
to my parched and barren heart
because i thought you would always love me but

but. but (there is always a but, it seems)

perhaps i shouldn't have been so trusting
you said you loved me and always was your favorite word
but i cannot seem to reconcile myself to this loss --
the emptiness that you left behind is tangible

it's too bad my dreams aren't real.

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(written on the back of a creased movie ticket stub)

i am infinitely alone. where are you?

(the you has been written and underlined several times with increasing ferocity. at one point, it seems as if the pen ripped away a small piece of the ticket stub -- one of the corners is jagged and missing. the stub smells like greasy popcorn and hollow laughter, the kind of laughter that reverberates in the souls of lonely people in movie theaters.)

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"And then you try to remember at what point it all began. And you discover it started before you thought. Long before. And at that moment you realize things happen once. And no matter how hard you try, you’ll never feel the same again."

narrative

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letter yes

p.s. i miss the way how the sunset made it look as if your hair was on fire, like a fervid corona was enveloping your head.

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other random quotes:

"I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me." written by Haruki Murakami, A Poor Aunt Story

"I realized a long time ago, with a certain amazement, that no mattter how important something is in your life, no matter how huge it is, how much space it takes up in your heart and in your thoughts, unless you mention it to other people, they have no idea it exists." written by Sharon Shinn, The Shape of Desire

"Memories were like sunshine. They warmed you up and left a pleasant glow, but you couldn’t hold them." written by Clare Vanderpool, Moon Over Manifest

"Some people say home is where you come from. But I think it’s a place you need to find, like it’s scattered and you pick pieces of it up along the way." written by Katie Kacvinsky, Awaken

"And my fingers are ships sailing on your skin, slowly drifting and hoping against hope that they fall off the edge of the earth. And your heart is nothing but the gravity pulling me towards you." written by Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You

"I know it is a bad thing to break a promise, but I think now that it is a worse thing to let a promise break you." written by Jennifer Donnelly, A Northern Light

“You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free.” Thich Nhat Hanh

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