Kaori picked up the thin note that was slid back to her, already in awe with the first sentence. Her hand rose to her lips, covering them as a gasp slid between her fingers. ‘
It’s me, Daniel. The note read over and over, although she’d expected the note’s words to change beneath her thick eyelashes, in this place made to drive anyone insane. She moved her thumb over those exact words, like the note was priceless, and it was treasure. Save a few smudges in the lead from her thumb, the words were unchanging. “Daniel….” Her voice cracked again, not from lack of use, but the swelling feeling someone got before tears would grace their eyes, half-way between holding it together and breaking. “I thought you were dead…. give me...a second” She slumped her shoulder to the wall in a seat position, putting one hand on the wall he’d be behind, and leaning her head onto it. It’s rough texture felt like a million mini-blades, cutting into that delicate, human skin. She didn’t care. He was right there, with her this whole time. Swallowing that lump feeling in her throat and blinking a couple of times, she picked up the pencil and wrote back to him, with some of the words messy and crossed out. Anyone in her shoes would be writing with a trembling hand too.
Daniel, you walked out of Kain’s public torturing session, mad at me for something…That’s when a doppelganger you by the name of vlad came by and...helped me free the people after my powers wreck havoc on the hotel. We all ran, we escaped. Some going with Nixon to the towns, others following who we thought was you… including alfons and kain.. Summarizing the rest of the events in detail, she sat back and reviewed her work before adding some more.
We’ve been in here for around 360 days, many others of the hotel locked up around here somewhere. But enough with that…..Daniel, i missed you…. I really did. How are you? I know there might not be much to say on your end, but I swear, i’m the same with a few more scars here and there.
- yours truly Maybe yours truly? I never figured that out. Can we do that, sometime soon? Figuring out stuff.
P.S- I drew you something? A little dark for this occasion, but it’s a crow, if you can’t tell. She slid the note back to him. Ironically, her entry she’d written before she knew it was him was crossed out heavily in pencil, and next to the marked out space, and referring to that, it said.
“Stick to reading minds, instead.
Asshole.
”