Log Number 4
Well, it's been two months now. I've been making things in the abyss to make myself happy, but nothing can keep me away from thinking about how he's still here, sleeping. He's never moved, but he breathes. I built him a bed, to sleep in. I made him a house, to sleep in. I spiraled and made him an entire mansion out of the abyss, but nothing felt like enough to apologize for what I've done to him. Does this have lasting effects? How much did I actually erase? Did he forget how to wake up? These are all questions I've wondered on for this time. It's too quiet for what its worth. Hell, I've even tried walking as far as he did. I walked in one direction but eventually? I actually came back. I wasn't expecting it, but I saw him first, next the chairs, I couldn't believe it, I still don't believe it.
Are there multiple of us in here? If I walked in one direction and came across our chairs again, I wonder if I'm even at my chairs. Are there copies of us that do the same thing as us? How many 'me's built a machine to wipe her best friends memory? Was I the one that decided to start this or am I just following the orders of another me? Tomorrow I'll test, I'll walk to another set of chairs, I'll see if its mine or someo
I heard someone. Someone just clearly spoke. Oh my god. Oh my god. Hes sitting up I hear him asking things, I'm leaving this log. Goodbye.
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