it’s been weeks since Fyodor’s death. he’s slowly becoming more distant from the others, like how Neptune is, at a moderate rate, drifting away from the solar system. you’ve tried contacting him, and creating happiness within him, but it’s no use.

what a thunderstorm. you were walking to Nikolai’s home under an umbrella. you turn a corner and see his home. the grass in the front yard was growing at a fast rate. you got under the eaves and you knocked on the door.