#dark years

In California, the sun is appearing to be orange! Some of our California Runes have sent in photos. Hail Rune!

Prompto just...doesn’t give a fuck these days. He wants to, Gods, does he want to care about something again, but...Noctis is gone. He reads their texts when he should be sleeping, he does what he can to forget, but more often then not he ends up here.

2018 finished really well, constantly amazed by our newborn son, and not sleeping much 😅.

2019 was undoubtedly the best year. Took our son to meet my family in my homeland, my dad, in between chemos came to visit twice, we even travelled with him. The best memories. They'll last forever. Christmas at home, the last one with my dad, was the best possible ending. A few days later I would hug and kiss him for the last time, right before he was flew back home to never come back.

We were supposed to go again in March but COVID. We were trapped at home with our son and supposed to work full time. I almost broke down after just one month. I kept going to the lab once or twice weekly. Dystopic landscapes everywhere. No one on the bus, no one on the streets. Wild pigs on the streets, our balconies would fill up with birds, and so on. Daily Skype calls with the family to keep in contact and to entertain our son. And to keep my dad connected. He was a very social man, and he found himself alone at home, coping with solitude and the chemo treatments. By July he started feeling bad and passed away not to cancer but to the solitude and depression. I couldn't fly to him this time, I couldn't leave my family at home during a pandemic. Only my sister made it on time. She got to see him on his last few days. When she called me a few days after, I knew why it was. My world collapsed. I'll probably write about it later, I cannot now.

cause i’m hella gay and 12 year me didn’t want to be gay cause she’s a homophobic bitch