Hello! Kinnetik_Ishisu here again!
The muses have been kind and I've managed to write something else about Gill's diary. It starts slow but you'll get action pretty soon, I daresay. Enjoy and please review if you have time :D
And thanks to l-delancy for being my first reviewer. It meant a lot XD
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'The beginning of Grandpa's diary is somehow sad' Ginevra thought while she opened the green notebook.
Winter 2nd, xxx0
Today is my birthday. Father gave me this diary to write on. Apparently, according to one friend of his who is a psychologist, this is therapy. Mother died two weeks ago today. That is why I supposedly need therapy although, sincerely, I don't know why, since people die all the time. It was just mother's turn after a long illness; even Jin looked relieved when he gave us the news…
Father is worried since I have not talked to him or anyone about my "feelings"; he is worried about how I am so quiet. I am afraid he has missed a quite a whole part of me growing up since I have always been quiet. It does not matter if you want to talk to others about your feelings because in the end, they will interrupt to talk about their own experiences and ask for advice. I have never been a good listener since I do not really care about other people's problems; somehow, I cannot seem to muster the will to care. Mother understood this and she did not pry when I had nothing to tell about school. She did not try to make me friends with the kids of the neighborhood because she knew I was –and am- way more intelligent than them. She accepted my quiet nature as best as she could. I will miss that, now that I think about it.
Gill
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Winter 24th , xxx0
Tomorrow is the Starry Night Festival. Father has been busy preparing the event for everyone and nobody has considered in offering help but Anissa and Jin. In this town, people are always happy. No one would guess someone died but a few weeks ago. Fools…
Elli began working in the Town Hall earlier this week. She always brings tomato juice in her lunch and shares it with me. It is not bad and not good either; I am sure I can make it better.
I wish Luna was still living here. Funny, I had not thought about her for a long time now. She was my first love. Her family moved from the Island when the businesses aside the ones of basic need –like general stores and clinics- began to decay. She was the only one whom I could trust with important matters and the one that would give me the only honest opinion about any plan that I had at the moment. She laughed when I gave her a bunny and told her I loved her right when her ship was about to go. She took the bunny with her…
Funny, it had almost stopped hurting…
Gill
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Winter 28th, xxx0
New Year's Eve. I have a flu. Stupid snow.
Father keeps complaining about me working late in the Town Hall. I keep answering that the workers ideal behavior should be set by example: How can he expect to be ready for the Flower Festival on the 10th of Spring if the stands and the flowers have not been taken care of by now? I keep telling Dale to pick up the pace with those stands the Town Hall commissioned him to build and he keeps laughing at me and telling me to not to worry. Ruth persists on using her never ending headaches as an excuse for not having finished the list of the flowers that are going to be sold. Why can't someone in this Goddess forsaken town can be responsible? We could attract tourists and possible newcomers from other parts if we managed to announce our activities with enough time in advance.
Father is the Mayor! Yet he insinuates that I use work to escape from my problems! I would not have even half my problems if he behaved befitting of his position. However, he just goes around laughing and smiling as if nothing were the matter, as if no one had died. I just despise this attitude when the Island is falling apart; when the place where we lived together as a family is perishing and I receive help from no one…
But perhaps I should not have told him these things at dinner. After supper, he declared he forgot something at the Inn and went out.
I could swear I heard a sob before he closed the door. But again, that could be my imagination. After all, who would want to stay in the same room with me? Who would sob at the brilliant opportunity of avoiding me?
I went to my room after cleaning up the kitchen. I managed to see a shooting star through the window while I was getting ready for bed. Mother once said that wishes made desperately to a shooting star definitely came true. I felt dumb and yet I wished for a way to save the Island and recover the lost happiness. I know, however, that these wishes will take more than just a shooting star. They will take a thousand shooting stars and a miracle...
Gill
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To be continued