His Fault

Considering how I break down into tears just thinking of saying goodbye to Master, I’m not sure how I’ll really be able to do it in two weeks.

Tonight Good Man was hugging me while I was crying. “It’ll be OK.”

“I know,” I said. “You know I want to go with you, right?”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” I wailed. A few seconds later, “Wait. It is, actually.”