But I miss him so much. Gods, I’m pathetic. He’s only been gone a few days, but already I feel like… like I’ve lost a piece of myself. It’s hard to sleep without him next to me in our bed. I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and reach over to find his side cool. Myri tries to comfort me, and I love him for that, but it doesn’t change the fact that my precious isn’t here.

I’m scared, too. He’s gone off on some adventure in Silverlore -- I’m not even sure where that is! -- and I have no idea when he’ll be back. Or if he’ll be back at all. What if he gets into trouble? What if he gets hurt or… No. No, I can’t think like that. I won’t. He’ll be fine. He’s a drow, and drow are survivors. Right…?

Or… what if he decides… he doesn’t want to come home? What if he likes it in Silverlore or on the road in general? What if he decides he… doesn’t need me anymore… doesn’t want me anymore… Oh gods…

What’s happened to me? When did my heart get so fiercely bound to his that I need him at my side to feel complete? For years I traveled alone after I left my brother, and all I needed was Myri and Kana. I was never really by myself. I was never… lonely. But now I find myself sitting on the sofa in the evenings, reading or writing in my journal, and I’ll glance up to see him curled in the chair across from me, immersed in his own evening activities… only he isn’t there. He’s off on some adventure to a place I’ve barely even heard of, and I’m… here. Without him. And I’m so lonely it hurts and I don’t care if soldiers aren’t supposed to cry and I just curl up on the sofa and sob like a little child.

Precious… come home soon. I miss you so much. I love you, and I’m not complete when you’re not here. I…

Oh gods…