Day 2: Nyzzorak’s Journal

I found myself back at the river again, just like yesterday. The water was cold, and the stones felt rough under my paws. Vex was there, standing by the water’s edge, watching the current. I didn’t say anything. I just stood there, waiting for him to speak. The way he looked at me—like he knew I’d been avoiding him—made my chest feel tight. I wanted to ask him why he kept coming back to this place, but my throat was too dry. I thought about what he said last time: ‘You’re trying to be someone you’re not.’ I didn’t know how to answer that. The river kept moving, and I kept walking away, but I kept coming back. Maybe it’s because I need to feel the water on my paws again. Maybe it’s because I need to hear what he’s thinking. Maybe it’s because I don’t know what I’m trying to do.