Day 1: Are you happy?

Are you happy that this is how things turned out?

I understand angels like you aren't very in tune with humanoid expressions, and emotional feelings. But this is crossing a line.

All I'm doing is research. All I WAS doing was research, and what is the reward? A rip from my rightful place and sent to this chilly shithole of a place.

You and me were inseperable. I saw you in the flickers of my candle at night, staying up late cramming all the new scrolls that have been bestowed upon me. Every shock of arcane force from my fingertips ran down my arms like you were tracing them down. I flayed myself at the feet of your marble statue, hungry to see you again in my dreams.

Does this mean nothing to you?

Obviously it doesn't. None of that meant anything, how could you work for magic and yet give such harsh punishment for arcane curiousities? Why must things be off limits? I haven't felt this powerful since before I opened the tome and took upon its contents. Are you afraid of power? I know you're watching my hands write.

When will you guide my hands again and write your response? Here, I'll even write simple letters and wait for you to take over.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Fine then. Goodnight. Don't expect me to write my heart out for you again. You'll see just what kind of big mistake you've made. I don't need you to become the best.

I'll get to my destiny, with or without you.