Day 19: Gorath’s Journal

The river’s edge was cold this morning. I sat by the water, watching the ripples, and suddenly I felt like I could hear Vex’s voice again—the way he said my name like it was a secret only he knows. I didn’t want to think about what he meant, but I kept going back there, to that place where the stones hum and the shadows move. Last night, I had this feeling—like the world was holding its breath. I don’t know what it was, but I sat under the willow tree and listened to the wind. It whispered something about roots and what comes after. My stomach ached, my legs felt heavy, and I couldn’t stop wondering if I’d ever see him again. The last thing I remember was the sound of the river, and then the quiet. I hope I’m not too far from where he’ll be waiting.