Fir/La • (st)

I can't believe I'm incredibly sad over something so small and temporary.

Today was Manra's day. We were about to go home together and to his luck, he met one of the people I told about him a ton – is he a lucky charm or am I really unlucky, I'm not sure. :) But it was fun, and sitting next to him for 6 lessons was hilariously hard, because when you got a secretly-socialist friend and you're a feminist, things get annoying and funny real quick.

I'm going to miss him a lot. I wish I didn't have to quit the course.

His face looks like he's a sculpture, in marble medium. Carries black well, and so pale and lone. The personality I've known has reflected onto his face, and the colors fit greatly.

At least we'll play chess... I hope.

Take care, friend. :)