It's cold outside, but I don't blame the weather. Everyone's been gloomy ever since the FLDSMDFR shut down. Everyone has been in a famine. All the leftover food fell into the sea and we've all been left to starve. No sardines, no real food, no nothing.
No one's calling, no one's at the door. Nobody has visited my house ever since the last day my machine worked. It's been so lonely since then.
This isn't right. It feels like forever since we've seen the sun in the sky.
There's no blue sky in my town lately. It's all gray and filled with sadness. Everybody looks at the ground. What's the use in looking up when there's nothing to see?
The weather has been making me crazy. I've been trying everything to restore the town to its fullest, but nothing has worked. My life has turned into a total mess thanks to my malfunctioned machine.
But the other evening, I spent a couple hours with Sam. We escaped to our special Jell-O mansion and tried to live the last few minutes of the day to the fullest. While trying to relax on the bench at the window, Sam began to cry. Both our jobs had gone out the window within seconds preceding the machine's crash.
Everything about our lives and ourselves had changed, and apparently, Sam isn't used to that. I gave her a hug and stared into her once-green-now-gray eyes.
I told her that even though the island and world is falling into famine and ruin, we still have the most valuable thing next to the food: friendship.
Even though it was the grayest and gloomiest outside than it had ever been, when I stared into her sweet, glowing eyes, the sun never looked so pretty going down.