Nothing in this world, or any world, makes me feel as complete as she does. Ro’s been having trouble sleeping for over a week now. I’ve noticed her toss and turn, and even at times leave my bedroom to go outside. The stress was getting to her and she was going to have a meltdown. With Armand and Merida gone to Earth, she felt so alone. Even I wasn’t enough to comfort her.
“No, no, no!” I resisted the urge to set my harp alight, choosing instead to scream out my frustrations at my inability to play properly of late. Wanting to cry, I glanced down and noticed just how much my hands were trembling. Was the stress getting to me more than I’d thought? I sighed softly as I set the lap harp down beside me, thinking back over the last few weeks. Ever since The Royal Britannian Guard found my aunt, it feels as though I’ve been on a downward spiral.
My dad rarely spoke about my mother. The pain he felt at the mention of her was so strong… Even though he tried to hide it from me, I could see it in his eyes. A part of him died with her that day. As such, her life and death were one of those topics that I’d long since come to accept as something I’d never know much about. After he died, I simply accepted it as fact that I was alone. Then I was brought here to the orphanage in Umbra and I no longer felt so alone. I’ve met so many wonderful people; my best friends Britney, Frisco and Amira, my wonderful boyfriend Zach, and everyone else that I now consider family.