Cadenza: Veritas
Chapter 11: Fire > Diary Transcript
Jan. 10
It's been a while since I wrote on this thing so I'm going to get very rambly.
The office is oddly quiet this morning, I thought to myself. I heard someone knock on my door. Creepy! At the time, I was reading some journal articles about herniorrhapy to present to this class I was asked to teach on behalf of my father. I had no idea he thought of teaching clinical epidemiology. Or that he still read new articles. Wills told me to get ready to leave. The lecture was still in the afternoon, so I did not understand the rush. We were headed to the medical centre first to discuss Grace's contract with the medical director. He told us to speak to the program director instead.
Finally at the program director's office. There was briefing about our appeal reading the contract. He told us it was fixed. We asked him what the catch was; He could not leave. Our proposal would not please the program director even with changes. We wanted to help him. I wish I was there to warn him about the loopholes in his contract. He's no longer a resident, he doesn't deserve this kind of unfair treatment just because we're "aliens."
At the place we were renting, I told Grace everything. It lit a fire in his eyes when I told him about Centropolis, it was his exit from being stuck in the medical centre at Saherimos. He told me he'd think about it, but then he agreed hesitantly. It's like something was stopping him from joining us.
Just as a certain fear would still be there. How long can I hide? I've been hiding it in my careful heart. Whenever he smiles at me, I feel like melting! It never gets old. How can I continue to talk like I'm a giddy little schoolgirl, when we've known each other for such a long time? I just can't help it, especially when I look at him... I don't know what I've done to deserve his affection! I can fill all the pages of this diary talking about him, but if it were a person, I'm sure it would have been tired of hearing every conversation I make, day in and day out, centered around him. What I'm feeling... I can't bring myself to tell him. I'm ridiculously weak. What is he doesn't feel the same way? Hopefully before the Subetan winter ends, I can tell him how much he means to me.
It's been a while since I wrote on this thing so I'm going to get very rambly.
The office is oddly quiet this morning, I thought to myself. I heard someone knock on my door. Creepy! At the time, I was reading some journal articles about herniorrhapy to present to this class I was asked to teach on behalf of my father. I had no idea he thought of teaching clinical epidemiology. Or that he still read new articles. Wills told me to get ready to leave. The lecture was still in the afternoon, so I did not understand the rush. We were headed to the medical centre first to discuss Grace's contract with the medical director. He told us to speak to the program director instead.
Finally at the program director's office. There was briefing about our appeal reading the contract. He told us it was fixed. We asked him what the catch was; He could not leave. Our proposal would not please the program director even with changes. We wanted to help him. I wish I was there to warn him about the loopholes in his contract. He's no longer a resident, he doesn't deserve this kind of unfair treatment just because we're "aliens."
At the place we were renting, I told Grace everything. It lit a fire in his eyes when I told him about Centropolis, it was his exit from being stuck in the medical centre at Saherimos. He told me he'd think about it, but then he agreed hesitantly. It's like something was stopping him from joining us.
Just as a certain fear would still be there. How long can I hide? I've been hiding it in my careful heart. Whenever he smiles at me, I feel like melting! It never gets old. How can I continue to talk like I'm a giddy little schoolgirl, when we've known each other for such a long time? I just can't help it, especially when I look at him... I don't know what I've done to deserve his affection! I can fill all the pages of this diary talking about him, but if it were a person, I'm sure it would have been tired of hearing every conversation I make, day in and day out, centered around him. What I'm feeling... I can't bring myself to tell him. I'm ridiculously weak. What is he doesn't feel the same way? Hopefully before the Subetan winter ends, I can tell him how much he means to me.