That cackle sent a chill down my spine. How could the others stand it. Every time he laughed I shuddered as if fingers had just run down a chalkboard. He was so mundane and had a most inane obsession with my personal life, with everyone's. Gossip girl as a nickname did not do justice. He was filled with malice, his curiosity was a menace to the community. The desire to break bonds and create chaos with some farfetched story is where he sought his glory. I watched him cause worry with the calmest of the sages. They went grey after being drawn into his games. Ignoring him was the best I could do, but he still tried to force interactions. I tried to turn a blind eye and pretend he didn't happen. I mean, he's not my problem anymore that's why I ignored the door to the columbarium when it opened and he walked out covered in ash. hmmm... May wreaking havoc with the dead be his last act.
words of the day 11/1