Back in It
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Saturday. Party tonight after weeks of being comparatively civilised. Hikari said I looked ridiculously happy before we’d even gone inside.
I deny this despite photographic evidence.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.