✿ -Cecil

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Carlos had thought for a while that he needed to get another voice transplant when he started coughing up red.

But it was when he was getting his coffee that he spat out something. Cecil was there with him when Carlos realized that it was a flower petal.

Carlos’ heart clenched. He looked at Cecil and… Cecil had seen it too. Carlos only barely felt his stomach drop before he went into another coughing fit and spat more petals into his coffee mug.

How? How could Cecil… what happened? What happened to them?

Carlos what do I do if I scream into the void and the void screams back? Do I scream louder??

You could scream back. But understand that the perhaps even the Void, in its omnipotence and ever-presence, has problems too. It must watch us, mere mortals, suffer through relatively small, eventually meaningless problems and the Void can’t do much more but watch and empathize intimately with each one of us. For the Void loves us and just wants us to be the best we can be. It can’t do much but be there for us to scream at and, sometimes, to scream back. Feel blessed.

I mean… that’s what Cecil told me once, anyway.