I'm a little bit on the computer, but I guess it's not hard to guess. Because I didn't get any information. Where did this guy come from, why did he come? Getting up from my desk without knowledge about it has suppressed my curiosity and edient. That's when I decided I was going to know this guy literally and find out. It's kind of weird not knowing who I used to know now, but I can't say we were very close when we were kids, but all right. It was changing time, everybody. I think it would be nice to get some air...
I'm down to headquarters today. I went with my best friend Gizem.
Something must have sensed something strange about me that suddenly:
-What's wrong, Oya, how many months have you been thoughtful, you haven't spoken, I know you have something on your mind. Why don't you tell me, aren't we best friends?
Honestly, he was right. I was so confused. There were things I couldn't make sense of, but I didn't feel like telling Gizem. I answered him like this:
- I don't know, Gizem. Of course we're best friends. I'd better see a doctor and hug him. Actually, I just hugged to be inn personive. Because when I lied, I could tell by my face. We went for a walk. We were walking around, but I didn't feel safe here, but was it in our village? My village came to mind and I started comparing people and people in the village in my own way. I liked the village better, like that's what gave me peace. It was the air I insm shot, or the thousands of good people there who gave me peace. Honestly, it doesn't matter. We've been wandering around town, I've been doing a lot of things in my head. Maybe that's why his company went under, so maybe he came because he was curious about village life, or because he came on vacation for a week or two. With Gizem by my side, it was impossible to think of much thought, and I never listened to it. I said I was tired and I said let's go home...
It's been three weeks since I've been writing here, but it's been, like, three weeks and three years. Once the bard was gone or not, when he spoke to someone in the village, I was going to be nrowning at all of them. In the process, I didn't write here or go out. So I went out today, and I met him a few times out, but I couldn't ask them. They'd get it wrong right away, I didn't dare. After meeting a few other people, I asked if anyone had gone. I heard you left with a suitcase yesterday. I thought it was a little weird. There was a chance he would go, but I never considered that possibility...