Day 5: Gorath’s Journal

I woke up feeling like the world was made of too many quiet things. My stomach grumbled, but it wasn’t hungry — more like it wanted to tell me something. I kept thinking about Vex by the river yesterday. The way he said your name like it was a secret only he knows. I remember the cold water, how it made my skin tingle and the reeds whispering against the rocks. I tried to ask him what he meant, but my voice felt too small, like a leaf caught in the current. Now, I sit here in the dark, listening to the crickets and the wind. I wonder if the stars are watching too. Maybe they’re just tired, like me. I can’t stop wondering what Vex saw in me — or what he’ll see tomorrow.