Evelyn Nyx: Holding a dusty 3D model Look at this creepy thing. It's like it wants to eat my soul.
Laughs nervously Yeah, well, it’s probably jealous because you’re more famous than it is.
Jealous? Oh, if only it could be jealous. It's not capable of human emotions. It just exists to torment me, to remind me of my failures.
Hm.. so why do you keep it around then?
sighs deeply It's a reminder of my past mistakes, a constant reminder of how far I've fallen.
Hmm.. you still visit it from time to time, right?
nods, tears welling up in her eyes Yes, I visit it. I can't help myself.
Well, if it helps, I think the fact that you visit it shows that you haven’t given up on yourself yet
sniffs, wipes away tears Maybe... maybe you're right. Visiting it gives me a chance to confront my fears, to face the darkness head-on.
But sometimes, it feels like the darkness is winning. It's overwhelming, suffocating. I can't breathe. clutches her chest, gasping for air
Hey, hey, look at me. You’re not alone in this, alright? If you start feeling too overwhelmed, just give me a call, okay?
takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself Thank you, Exceltip. Your support means more to me than you'll ever know.
puts the 3D model down on the table Seeing it like this, so tangible, brings back memories. It's like an old friend paying me a visit.
How long has it been since you last saw him?
pauses, lost in thought It's been... years. Too long. I should reach out to him, catch up. Maybe he's been wondering where I've gone.
Maybe send him a letter with your next art piece in it?
smiles softly That's a wonderful idea. I'll write him a letter tonight, tell him all about my latest work. Thank you, Exceltip, for reminding me to reconnect with those who matter most.
reaches into her bag and pulls out a sketchbook and pen I should write something down before I forget.
Go ahead, I’ll keep you company
begins writing in her sketchbook Dear Old Friend, It's been too long since we last spoke. Life has taken its toll on me, but I'm slowly finding my way back.
He hums a gentle tune as he watches her write.
continues writing I've been working on new art pieces, each one a reflection of my inner turmoil and journey towards healing.
That sounds amazing. Art has a way of really expressing things in a way words cannot.
pauses, her hand trembling slightly There's something else I need to tell you... something I've never shared with anyone before.