A dull pencil is greater than the sharpest memory. - an English proverb
Babel stared at the computer, wondering how to phrase the email. It was raining outside, which had brought Melancholy knocking on the door with a tub of ice cream and a crappy romantic comedy. And naturally, she had invited him in.
That meant Logic went out of the window, falling face-first onto the cold, hard street below. But he was used to it, so he picked himself up, dusted himself off, and made his way to the bar on the corner.
In the absence of Logic and Clear Thinking (who had gone bowling when she had started gorging herself on the ice-cream), Babel was now regretting that she had recently split up with her idiot ex-boyfriend. The main reason was that the grey, rainy evenings reminded her of the times they had spent together. However, the irony was lost on her -- that “dull and miserable” were the two words she most associated with her happiness -- so she just sat there, trying to compose something which would send him scurrying back into her arms.
What to say though?
“It’s raining and I’m thinking about you. I know this is completely out of the blue, but… do you think we could put the past behind us and try again?”
At least, that’s what she wanted to write. But something wouldn’t let her. True, she craved his presence. And true, the rain did remind her of him. And she really did want things back the way they had been. But she just couldn’t shake the resentment she felt towards him. He had been a real ass. And even if she forgave him, he would still be an ass.
After much deliberation, Babel punched out a single sentence and hit send.
“It’s raining and I hate you.”