I was back in the castle, sitting in my room and wondering what I could do that wouldn't entail meeting any more people. After Samuel's friend had shown up, they both left to go meet up with a few others at the local coffee shop in town. Samuel asked if I wanted to join but I declined, I needed to breathe and let everything sink in.
So I was sitting on the chair by the desk in my room, stroking my fingers over the white-colored wooden desk. I pulled open a drawer and found it was stocked with notebooks.
I pulled one out and flipped it open but every page was clear. They were all new.
I grabbed a pen and placed the tip on the paper, slowly my mind was beginning to work through everything that had happened and my thoughts became words that painted the page.
It was freeing, having everything written down, it was how I processed things. It was my way of keeping a clear head.