I know what to do. In Christina’s honor, I’m going to change. For the better. For myself.
I’m going to open myself up more to others, telepathically, again. Like I used to. And I’m starting with her.
She’s not going away. It’s too late for me to be friends with her in this world, but I can always call her back when I need her. And I will.
And I’ll be more of a friend now to others, too. Like I used to be.
It’s sad that people grow the most through tragedy. It’s sad, but it’s human.
I guess this means that I’m not a monster after all.
Thanks, Christina.