If he could hear

[fishy_go_byebye]

Your status is not quo.

[Spoken in the journal]

Your status is not quo.

[Written in the journal]

Your status is not quo.

[Drawn on walls in crayon and marker and something that looks suspiciously like spit before it dries.

Over and over and over again.]

Comments

And ever

[fishy_go_byebye]

...The rain.

[A scratching, as she carves it into a ceiling beam.

So many had left, what remained for of with her?]

[shrugs_a_lot]

Yeah... What's up, besides the lack of quo? [

[fishy_go_byebye]

They took him away because they were blind to beauty.

[he fact that he was a sociopathic killer didn't matter much to her.]

[shrugs_a_lot]

[Oh, wait, he's only getting this...]

It happens.

...

Will you be alright?

[fishy_go_byebye]

I won't be any less left and before.

[She might know she made that pun. Maybe.

It seemed right.

And she wipes a little cloud next to his words.]

[shrugs_a_lot]

Rainy days don't last forever.

[fishy_go_byebye]

They fall from the sky.

[shrugs_a_lot]

Usually. There are times it feels the other way round, though...

[fishy_go_byebye]

Falling up takes going very high.

[shrugs_a_lot]

And that one doesn't hurt that much. It is the other which does, the higher you were the most... But you know? You just need to get up and go on.

[fishy_go_byebye]

How far on it have you gotten?

[shrugs_a_lot]

I'm... not sure.

What about you?

[fishy_go_byebye]

[A shrug, and she returns to scraping into the rock with a diamond bit.]

Far enough to come back.