It’s time for Darcia to age down. She was an elder dog and I bought her a treat that is imbued with the potion of life but with very low price. She had been with me since I was a little kid (lore-wise) so she’s pretty old right now. Thanks for the treat, she’s now younger. I don’t think there’s rule against it but I’ll do it like once a lifetime for one pet so she can live as long as me.
I mean who would’ve ever condemned me for this? I mean, look at her, she’s the most precious things in the world. Why would anyone ever want this majestic being getting old and die?
I don’t know how to segue into this, but I have a giant microscope now. It’s a work thing, they said that I needed to get a logic skill so I can get promoted. It did make sense since I guess since I’m making a mystery, or a sci-fi novel, I might need to learn “the logic” of it all. But, still, logic skill is kind of like rocket skill, they’re only useful for work. So that’s why I bought the telescope. I could just buy a chessboard, but knowing my situation, I don’t think I still have one.
Talking about friends, one of my friends that I rarely mentioned. He’s trying to make everyone come together just like we used to. I knew the other two won’t come but I’m just being a “good friend” and at least show up.
“They’re going to come, just trust me,” said Axel, for a couple of times now. I’m just here talking about mine and his life while “waiting”. There’s not even much to do here. There’s no TV, no games, not even a radio. He’s still unemployed after all this is technically his girlfriend’s room.
I even call darcia from home, don’t ask me how she came here alone from all the way from newcrest to the elevator and then this room, I guess she’s just a loyal dog who know where his owner are. To be honest, I just push the whistle button and she’s here. Axel seemed to like her though.
The hours went by and we started to run out of topics to talk about. Her girlfriend finally came home from work.
“Hi, darling I’m home.”
“Welcome home, this is Alex, Alex, this is Candace”
Her name is Candace? Oh great, that’s just another similar name. I mean, Alex and Axel, now Candice and Candace, what are the universe trying to tell me? That Candice is definitely my soulmate? I guess it’s just a coincidence.
She seemed to know me for some reason, and I don’t think I recognize her. She didn’t seem to like me.
“Oh, this is Alex you’re talking about?”
She started ranting about some times in the past I called her fat and for some reason ruining her confidence. It definitely sound like the thing I would say, but only to a fat people and she’s definitely not that fat. She began telling me about how what I’m saying make her anarchic or archaic somehow, I don’t know what that mean but she seem to be pretty mad about it.
Things start getting worst and I think my obliviousness of what happened made her a lot more mad. She ended up asked me to leave her house. Axel didn’t even do a thing. I guess it’s better me getting kicked out instead of him. So I went home.
***
The next day, actually, a couple days later. Someone came into my house with a smile in his face.
It was Gunnar, and you won’t believe what he had to say. So I asked him what he was so happy about?
“I’m getting a divorce!”
Huh, really? But they’ve got a child and they seemed like a good couple. What the hell happened to them. He’s even smiling about it. I’ve never seen him so happy before.
“Yeah, I don’t think the marriage can work. He’s just not for me, I knew the marriage was a mistake from the start.”
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“Yeah, why not? I guess the reason why I came here was that I need a place to stay. I don’t think living with London will be a good idea and I don’t think I want to bother Axel since he’s still unemployed, so I’m thinking you would have a place for me? It’s only until the paperwork are done and I’m going to move to another apartment, or maybe even move to brindleton bay.”
I couldn’t refuse of course. He had me when I was homeless and I hadn’t even paid a single rent so why not, I could built a spare room for him. I’m just concerned about him.being divorced and all. But, I have to support him as I’m a good friend. That’s what friends do, supporting each other.
“Fine, but what about your kid?
“Yeah, they’re not really my kids, it’s all Shawn, he’s the one who wanted them”
“Kids? Them?”
“Oh yeah, he adopted another one, so you said fine, does that mean I could live here?”
“Of course!”
We hugged.
That’s all for this chapter, don’t forget to leave a question so I could answer it directly in the next chapter! Bye!