Changin Life

Chapter 2.5

"Dear Diary"

  Dear diary,

   I haven´t opened you since I began working in my flower shop, quite some time separates between back then and today. I just didn´t have the time to spend with you and/or was too tired to do so, I still find it kinda weird "talking" to you though, yet here I am, writing the same way I would be talking to somepony.

  Today I got myself an employee, a pony named Michael, don´t know much about him besides that he isn´t from Ponyville. The fact that I know so little worries me, specially with that scar of his. I didn´t say much about it at the hospital, for I didn´t wanted to upset him. By what he said, I found him the day he got, supposely, beaten up or mugged, which means he´s either a dangerous pony or one that gets himself into a lot of trouble. Although, he seemed eager to start working, even with no pay whatsoever, I guess he feels like owes me his life or something. Only time will tell.

  Dear diary,

  Three weeks passed since I last laid words upon you. I´ve become friends with Michael, he just seems to bring cheerfulness wherever he goes, always working with a smile on his face and a carefree atitude, although that atitude can be a pain sometimes with him forgetting to do his job and that occasional clumsiness of his, but alas, in the end he gets the job done, even if means he has to stay up almost all night. I´m satisfied with hiring him, even though, occasionaly, he appears to be distant from where he is, like he´s sailing through a sea of toughts.   I´ll give you more details tomorrow night, because I´m going to sleep right now. Goodnight.

  Dear diary,

  As promised, I´m going to write to you about Michael. I´ve become worried about him over the past three weeks, that´s why I  haven´t wrote to since yesterday. To better clarify, we must go back these three weeks, when him and I were almost finishing cleaning up the shop. I decided to ask him if he had any family or friends back at his home. He stood silent for a while, but then he responded in the most emotionless, negative way possible. He said that he was all alone, that he had nopony to trust or to be trusted by, that sadness was all he see and he embraced it. Afterwards, silence surrounded the shop until it was time to close it, but that wasn´t all. The day before that, I was finally able to give him a key to the shop, so he could leave whenever he wanted, but I came to regret that decision soon enough, for I found out he would leave the shop at night only to return at opening hour, seven in the morning. One time returning with a bloody face because of his scar, like is been in some fight. I took him to the hospital to get it stiched, but even after that he continued to wander the night, returning always at the same time. He said he had a suprise for me tomorrow, I just hope it´s nothing bad.