Lodestar:That’s your sparkling personality.
Me:Bitch. Why did I miss you again?
Lodestar::P
Lodestar:You’ll be receiving a package in the mail soon. There’s a lot of info in it for you. You should be able to trigger hell.
Me:I don’t hear from you in months but you always come back bearing gifts. You do know I’m always the last person who messages in our chats, don’t you?
Lodestar:Sorry.
Me:No, you’re not. And if I get to trigger hell, you’d better be around to see it. We always liked reigning over our personal hellscape, didn’t we?
Lodestar:The shit our dads got up to was more like paradise than what we waded into, Vana.
Me:Crazy how they were hedonists and we dove deep into this batshit world, isn’t it?
Lodestar:Typical second gen trying to prove themselves.
Me:Think we’ve proven enough?
Lodestar:No. I haven’t.
Me:Then I haven’t either. We’re in this together.
Lodestar:I want you to be happy, Vana.
Me:I am. Aidan makes me very happy. He pisses me off too, but that’s to be expected. I want you to have this, Star. I want you to be happy.
Lodestar:Happiness isn’t for people like me.
Me:Bullshit. You can have this as well. We can keep on waging this war together, fighting from the trenches, and we won’t stop until we win.
Lodestar:I love you.
Me:I love you too. But that’s not what I needed to hear. What’s going on with you?
Me:Star?
Me:Star?
Me:Goddammit, answer me.
Me:Star, you bitch, don’t fucking do this.
Me:Damn you. Why do you always fucking leave?
**One week later**
Me:Star?