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Cameron had known for a while now, that something around the Forgotten Woman had changed. No longer sits a thoughtful and sombre air around the clearing- but instead an empty shell.
You’d think him mad for thinking about magic and ghosts, but after living in Gale’s End for this long… well he honestly couldn’t deny it even if he wanted to.
Still, he hadn’t expected to outlast the statue…though perhaps she had a head start of a couple hundred years.
“...”
It’s odd to say goodbye, should he say goodbye? Should he mourn, celebrate, or feel nothing at all-- or everything at once?
As always, Cameron can find no closure.
Once again, that uncomfortably unsatisfied feeling rises in his chest.
He has no words to say, all of them have been spoken to her.
How should he say farewell in a way that matters?
Does it matter?
Well, she did matter to him he supposed. He had gotten attached. Just like many times before.
He just hadn’t expected her to go so suddenly… but he never does. He never expects it, and it hits him like a train every single time.
“.......”
He doesn’t say sorry, or thank you, or goodbye. Because he knows the Forgotten Woman has heard plenty of it, especially with all the gifts he sees around her. There’s no point, if she ever could, she would know how Cameron feels about her.
The solidarity that he feels with her.
But apparently, even ghosts and the forgotten can be remembered, isn’t that crazy?
The blue ghost within him wonders if that’ll ever be the case it.
But it’s not about Cameron, not really. It’s about her, and moving on.
Just like always, let the wind take your next step- but it really has become rather difficult in recent years.
What a nightmare. What do you think F- ah. Right.
…Well, he does have something for you also. A letter, addressed to you. Forgotten woman.
He finally gets up, and with a final lingering touch, Cameron walks away.
(The letter inside is empty, there are no words. Because Cameron couldn’t find the right words- and it doesn’t actually matter, does it? You won’t be able to read it- and it’s more of the thought that counts. But perhaps you can use the spare paper to pen your own letter, wherever you are.)
(Sorry, that must have been rather silly.)