I'm sorry I've been scarce lately. There's reasoning behind it, I promise. I hope you've been okay. You can slip me notes even when I'm hard to find.
(beneath this is an intricate sketch of a bird)
(a single flower, picked from the garden outside--- it is a scraggly rose, nowhere near its prime, but still it is sitting on her bed with no note or anything of the sort to tell her who it came from)
I know you think I'm doing the wrong thing. You don't have to say it, I can feel your disapproval from here. I am staying away so that I don't hurt him. We both know it's best. He doesn't know what he wants and we are from two very different worlds. I'm trying to look out for the kid, and I know he hates me. It's easier that way. Hate's just as strong as love, so at least there's that.
Can we have our next session outside on the grounds somewhere? I fucking hate being cooped up inside.