Rogan
It’s supposed to be another normal day for me and that usually means me on my own, buying food from the market while haggling for a lower price and if I’m lucky, I have a meal for that day. A single meal. Then I’d write a letter that would never be sent to Ragor about how I miss him and how my day went with a lot of embellishments and half-truths because who knows, he might be able to read at least some of them someday. Perhaps, my favorite part of that normalcy is that in the moment of papers and assignments, I am not reminded of how empty my life has been for the past two years. How lonely I was for missing my parents and my brother, who I can’t ever see.
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That’s not true anymore. The moment I got home from the academy hospital, there is the smell of a wonderous meal
