Poe's Journal Entry
A simple leather bound book sits on a small crate beside a hammock swinging gently in the breeze. The leather has been scarred from use, discolored in some areas. Flipping through the pages, one would first notice several sketches. Faces of those this journal’s owner would hold dear. A picture of Ace and Rose, them looking toward each other in a heated conversation. A caricature of Saefinn with his …confusing date. Bobo sitting atop a bar waving as Lina is seen rolling her eyes. Ami leaning playfully on the bar at Ambrosia, Keldion in the background with his smirk. Youthful S’anhu peering out over the ocean, looking deep in thought. Daevien leaning against a wall, looking reserved as usual. Several pages are blank and a simple style of handwriting fills a small portion of the page.It seems I have come to a place where I have talked myself into circles. While I have always drawn, it seems now more than ever I need to write. The events over the past weeks, they are simply more than anyone should have to go through. My own faults and weaknesses have caused harm to others and even now, I have not shared the recent event of seeing Mota. Not that she should be a priority. She surely is up to no good, but her only goal is to harass me. I know she will leave my friends alone.
My friends…this crew means more to me than anything else. I failed them by not listening to them about Eros. Individuals were wounded… I can’t fail them again.
