Two nights ago, he did stay after supper. Although, he got angry, or rather, ‘upset,’ that I didn’t live up to my promise. He kept trying to sing louder for me because I wasn’t giving him my undivided attention. Oh, but what a beautiful voice he has. I heard him, heard him, clearly, but really blurry from my heart indicator shouting without raising it’s volume. Maybe he’ll never come back, I thought. Maybe I’ve offended him; speaking of how angelic his voice was and how he smelt of rock’s blood, and promising, promising, promising that I’d sit beside him and listen. I failed to live up to my promise and he’ll probably never visit again, as he would’ve felt unwanted, I thought. Today was a somber day, filled with events that never were, and joy that wasn’t there. And I didn’t expect he’d be here, what with the sky all blue and the sun sitting idly by. I never thought he’d ever come back. I didn’t expect it. I didn’t expect it. Still, he was here, alright. But this time his scent was of the salty ocean, as if he’d done some traveling, some sort of triumph of discovery only to go back disappointed and disgusted at how I looked. This time his entrance wasn’t as grand as two nights before. He wasn’t expected. His personality is very bipolar, y’know. Two nights ago he embraced me, his voice, his scent, I was so happy. Today, this afternoon, he arrived and it wasn’t the same feeling. He was forceful this time. I asked a friend what she thought of him, if I should let him stay, and she said, “Yes, of course. You’ll be remorseful if you didn’t let him. You’d feel hollow for shunning him.” The Ocean. Her scent, although very salty and stingy, her scent is still calming. Her voice is still much like his; a lullaby for the seamen, the creatures under, and a guide for the lost souls; gathering them all up so that they could be alone together. So I decided, I didn’t mind if he was with her. I didn’t mind because I don’t have any control over him. Neither do I have the right to criticize him. I let him stay. I’ll let him stay for however long he needs. I need him. I just didn’t expect it, is all.