mona was supposed to be working on her next article for the steambird, the deadline was in two days and she has yet to write a single word. even now as she stares at the blank page before her, her mind wanders to the one person who has, annoyingly, consumed every piece of her. scaramouche. it was so unlike her, she wasn’t supposed to be this kind of girl whose mind is so preoccupied with a boy she can’t even focus on her work. even worse, she’s starting to see things that remind her of him. one of the stray cats, of all things, who likes to lounge on her stoop has a face that seems to resemble his along with the somewhat grouchy attitude. she had half the mind to hunt down a therapist to find out what was wrong with her.
this was entirely his fault. after all, it's been longer than usual since he’s last come to visit her, she’s simply not used to going this long without seeing him. that part frightened her, had she really gotten so entangled with him that she couldn’t function properly? it was embarrassing and would be more so if he found that out as well. however, it’s been long enough where it was starting to worry her. she hadn’t even gotten a letter from him saying their time apart would be longer than usual. her fingers tapped idly on her desk as she debated whether or not to do a little divination. after all, it would be to make sure he’s safe and then perhaps after finding out he is she can go back to work worry free.
it was her own stubbornness, trying to convince herself she doesn’t care about him that deeply enough to look, that made her debate whether or not to actually do it. she spent the next fifteen minutes pushing herself back and forth in her desk chair as she debated. “damn him,” she grunted as she jumped out of the chair to give herself room to use her scryglass. in a matter of seconds she was peering into his fate, but what she saw caught her so off guard she gasped and caused her to stumble back. “idiot.” it had to be impossible what she saw, for someone to erase themselves completely from this world. the memories people have of him, his very own constellation. all of it would be gone. he would be gone from her memory. she felt sick and utterly angry.
it was somewhat of a rule they had, that he would be the one to come see her because it would be the safest for her. but mona didn’t care where he was at this moment, he very well could be in some meeting with the other harbingers, but she was going to stop whatever nonsense this is while there was still time. she didn’t think twice as she made a portal, her hat left behind on her bed in her rush to get to scaramouche, and appeared right before him. she didn’t bother to even look around at her surroundings. “you.” she pointed an accusatory finger at him, her voice and expression full of rage. “what is it that you think you’re doing? have you completely lost your mind?!”