Tell Me It's Not True (4)

After I tucked in Pasha for the night, I went into Dylan's room. I left everything as it was when Dylan left that day, about a month ago. I never tire of visiting Dylan's room even though it's empty. Dylan doesn't have a lot of stuff. There were no decorations on wall hangings, no stationery on his desk, no sword by his bed, no jewelry, nothing to indicate that Dylan had lived here.

He doesn't have a habit of drinking tea so he doesn't have his own cup. He also doesn't have a favorite food or drink that makes me think of him whenever I see that food or drink. He has no favorite shoes or favorite clothes.

Or again, I don't know anything about him?

If humans usually leave behind something when they're gone, Dylan left nothing of such. I think he always carries all his valuable things with him everywhere. Maybe, like the dagger I gave him, also the little pouch I made. He sure to take it everywhere, hmm, adorable.

'Once I can bring Dylan home, I'll fill his room with stuff. I have to sta