I am beginning to remember why I promised myself that I would not become attached to any person in this world. And I have no one to place the blame upon, for my current situation, other than myself.
The hooded man's behavior of late is confusing to me. I will grant that I hardly know him at all, though at first he seemed quiet, gentle, and calm. He did speak of his inner darkness, and the fact that I was hesitant to believe in it is my own fault, entirely. The more he tells me of his life, the more I wonder if I could ever be a true friend to him. I know nothing of the things he has suffered. What comfort can I possibly offer? My own heart is locked behind bars. One moment, he seems to show great tenderness towards me, and asks me not to go away in a manner almost desperate. But when I worried over a fresh wound in his side, and urged him to seek a healer, he seemed to grow frustrated with me. Angry, almost. And he left.
I do not like this feeling. Uncertainty, anxiety, and not knowing what to expect next. I wonder for the hundredth time, if I should move on from this town and continue my wandering. I thought I had opened a door onto something good and hopeful. Perhaps I ask too many questions. Perhaps it would have been best to simply sit in companionable silence with him, and never truly know him. I fear that my presence has brought forth painful memories in his mind, and that I am now a source of discontent.
I will refrain from seeking him out, for now. I will remain in town, and continue as I was before. Helping at the candle maker's shop, and being the nameless shadow.
