Mudfish Queen

My house is empty. Probably the emptiest its been since the day I moved in. Im leaving for four weeks tomorrow, going home, and when I come back, everything will be different. New. I found someone to renovate the place. The chimney will be gone, new ceiling, new bathrooms. A small rebirth through dust and rubble.

It will be new again. And strangely, it reminds me of the first time S left. Back then I got this place, and it held me together. It was my anchor. Maybe it will be that again.

And now OD is closing. Ill miss it. I didnt really had any friends here, but that never mattered. Sometimes people drift back. S wont. I know that.

There was a girl here, Grace. Sometimes she called herself Mudfish Queen. God, I loved her. I think she loved me too, in her own way. We had something odd, something that didnt fit anywhere.

I keep thinking about calling her again.
Not sure if I should.