A chill long before winter’s beginning. Before even summer’s end.
... An oddity all from a misplaced step that ended closer than expected. But the matter is over. Honestly, all has been forgiven. Very little to forgive in the first place. It ... ... An action of simple intentions, even if not desired. Yes, forgiven. Entirely.
... Yet, he’s noticed the chill has remained. Or rather, not the chill, as the one that shot up his back has not lingered. But... rather, another has found home in his chest. A mixture of that same ice and thrown stone ring... rather hollow, surprisingly-- He had heard of such a thing. That if you get cold enough, you no longer feel it. He could hardly imagine how such an intense feeling could fall to silence, but...
Perhaps that’s for the best. His bell was never a sweet sound. Harsh and unpleasant for anyone near. It seems even his prior attempts to dull it fell on ears still ringing from the last toll. ... And now that it has quieted, those who cared to note the chime are worried. Pairing that with the fact that his pleasantries still lead to others anger towards him, It’s all nearly to the point of humor.
... I do not wish to cause worry. I know that it will not settle til all is revealed. But... I wish more than anything for it to remain secret. I lack the words to express myself and I fear in doing so, I might only worsen everything. I... simply don’t know what to say. The bell has fell silent for me as well...
... No truer words were spoken than the harsh sting of being told... my speech only makes things worse. So, believe it best to focus on sparing the feelings of those who matter to me... That is all the ice permits.
