I don’t expect you to find this message anytime soon. For one, I hid it on a site that you aren’t likely to run into, but I do know that the Evan who is most likely to snoop through the underbelly of this website WILL stumble across it, and that somehow, some way, it’ll make its way back to you.
I don’t know if you’ll ever forgive me for leaving, but I owe you an explanation, even if it’s one I’m not brave enough to deliver to your face.
I didn’t die when Habit found me in the attic. He probably told you he killed me, but what would have happened is he would have found me lying there, mostly dead. I had a little help from the Habit in the well to make that one happen. So, from what I was told after by him, Aster, was that your Habit dumped me in the well. Lucky me, there’s a rift, a rip in space, at the bottom of it, just like Aster said. He collected me after I fell through and made sure I was okay.
I want to come home, badly, but… I’m not sure if I can. I don’t know if I can face you after everything that’s happened, if you’d ever forgive me for going away for so long. I don’t even know if it’s actually possible for me to return with how many rifts I’ve jumped through.