School Has Reopened Its Case Against Me
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Wednesday. Back. Hikari looked awake at 8 in the morning, which I continue to regard as suspicious. Erick had forgotten something before the first proper lesson, which restored the natural order. Mathematics was good. Physics was better. I know this makes me sound unbearable, but I genuinely missed having something difficult enough to occupy my entire brain. The holidays are pleasant, but after a while my thoughts start opening seventeen windows at once. Give me an equation and everybody sits down.
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.