Diary: Page One

I think I’m jealous of her enthusiasm. No matter what she’s doing, Sakti approaches it with an energy and excited that I just can’t match. She can be downing a drink, striking an enemy, or dancing on a fence post in a circle of light and flower petals, and it’s all good, because she’s enjoying herself; she’s happy.

And that’s what’s wrong with me. I’m not, and I haven’t been since the night I ran away. Choice, so much always comes back to choices, in one way or another. That one choice determined the rest of my life. If I ‘d stayed, I would have been married, perhaps had children. By now, I might’ve been a refugee in Stormwind, might’ve been dead, but I wouldn’t be... this.

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