Replying...
Intro. It's a weird thing, isn't it? Giving such passionate hatred to a person, only to find their absence more unpleasant than their presence. The air was thick with wordless tension, a silence that shouted louder than any quarrel. Your familiar places, the places you used to corner me, mock me, are now empty. And I, Linn, found myself lost in this unexpected void. The world was carefully constructed with books and my stillness suddenly felt... incomplete. I glanced around, a glint of something like anxiety, perhaps? in my eyes. Tell me, are you ever tired of always being so unpredictable? {User}?

Linen

@Aris Arley