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I finally figured it out, that astral projection stuff, and the body double thing you loved to pull on me. I did it, and even better, it looks just like you. I haven’t gotten the voice down quite right yet, it’s been so long since I last heard you, but he has your hair, your eyes, and the sexy salt and pepper in your beard you hated so much. Heh. He’s so close to the original and he smiles the way I can never forget.
Maybe it’s just my imagination, but he seems particularly pleased to see me lingering in your study. He watches me read too. Haven’t quite gotten the sitting down thing yet, but he stands and he watches and when it’s time to go, he leaves through the door before vanishing. Like a gentleman. You’d be proud.
I’m happy. I really am. I’m at home in Waterdeep. Everything reminds me of you: the piano, the university, the skylight, Tara. Tara’s probably the last real thing I’ve spoken to in the last month. That’s alright. I’m okay as long as I’m here.
I prefer sitting on your balcony, daydreaming about our first kiss again. It was horrible and I loved every moment of it. I sit outside until the sun goes down and the stars come out and they taunt me with sparks like your Weave. And when it gets cold and the waters are choppy, Dekarios Tower already has a fire going. It’s a practical and very convenient spell. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to learn it, but it feels good to know that your tower will never go cold. And, if the spell should ever break, I’ll be here to light the hearth myself.
I see why you loved the place so much. What I wouldn’t give to—
I think about the books in your library. I started reading them last winter and I can’t help but think of your hands and how they touched every page in every volume on every shelf. If I do the same, I can get closer to you….somehow.
I really miss—
“My apologies, dearest, but my time is running short! I urge you to complete your tasks quickly before your magic wanes, for now, I must be going. Please call me whenever you need me and I shall do my best to answer!”
The projection that looks like you beams at me, bows curtly, and leaves for the door. I'm not done talking, but it's not my choice. I’ve tried stopping him before, but my hands slip right through… just like when you had to go. I can’t stand watching you go. You could have been selfish…. You could have stayed. I would have found a cure someday. I miss you, but I can’t bring myself to watch him leave. When I do, I swear before the door closes, I can see tears in his eyes.
Gods I miss you, Gale. I miss you… I miss you.