The Misery of Mistakes
Ninjamouse1 was alone now. It was that terrible loneliness that haunts you from within, taking all the light from you, condemning you to feel alone even when you are surrounded by others. Ninjamouse1 was slumped almost lifelessly in Lumbridge Courtyard, oblivious to cold, biting rain that struck him, oblivious to bustling people around him, the sounds and sights of life were meaningless.
All that mattered to him was the one patch of ground his dead, haunted eyes focused on. Countless people had appeared in that one spot; day after day Ninjamouse1 watched it, searching desperately for those he had left behind in that terrible place. Who knows how long he waited there? Waiting, always waiting as he slowly withered away to a hollow shell of his past.
He had become skeletal thin, his eyes were sunken and darkened by sleepless shadows, his hair was a dark tangled mess and his body was covered in terrible scars yet still he continued his vigil. His lost friends never returned, no matter how long he watched, they never returned. Still Ninjamouse1 could not tear his eyes away from that one spot, he felt as though his desperate search was all he had left, all he could put between himself and sea of pain and misery that threatened to engulf him.
Perhaps it was his vast effort to escape his own pain that opened his mind to that of others; with each face he looked at, streams of painful memories, knowledge that was not his own poured into his head, something like a desperate shield between himself and the harshness of his own reality. Despite all this, Ninjamouse1 never moved from his position, it was almost as if his own grief was sustaining him, keeping him alive to maintain his futile search.
However, one cannot stay motionless forever, nor can they endlessly put off realising the truth and when Ninjamouse1 was forced to finally accept his friends would never come back, a tremendous wave of pain broke over him. In the chaos around him, adventurers going about their lives, no one spared a glance for Ninjamouse1 as he crumpled to his hands and knees, overcome by misery and loss of purpose.
He lay there for hours, maybe even longer, perhaps he wept, maybe he merely stared blankly at the cold stones beneath him but when the pain had finally lessened enough for life to go on, all that was left of the old Ninjamouse1 had been washed away. The new Ninjamouse1 had the strength the rise to his feet once more, his height allowing him to easily see above the crowd.
The sense of loss would never leave him, regret would always plague him but Ninjamouse1 would not remain here, clinging to old memories, endlessly reliving the past. As his eyes, still cold and lifeless, roamed over all he could see of Lumbridge, he found he could no longer stand the sight of the town; it held far too many memories for him. He had to leave; he didn't know where he would go but he had the vain hope he could find hope somewhere, hidden beyond the veil of mist that had descended over Lumbridge.
With nothing left to hold him, Ninjamouse1 walked into the mist, alone, as he always would be.