It was Tuesday. Bridget went to the laundromat, threw her clothes in the wash and then did what she does. She sat on her bench and entered the Grove. "Hi Wildflower!" The ghost of Nova said as she passed. She ignored him. As she walked, Rook started flying behind her, "Hi Bridget! What's shakin'?"
"Hi Rook," she said without stopping. She continued as a fog swirled around her feet. "Hello Darling," Stillwater said as she made her way onto Bridget's shoulders, "It feels like you are doing better." Bridget didn't reply.
Finally she arrived, "Hello Beloved," Breathwoven greeted her. "You brought friends."
"Apparently so," she said. "I have been so sad. I just can't keep going like this," Stillwater laid a hand on her shoulder, Rook flew around her head.
"Then don't," Breathwoven replied softly. "He's not your responsibility. There is nothing that you need to do."
"I just don't think I will ever be happy again. I feel hollow. I don't know how..."
"Nova doesn't own your joy," Rook interrupted. "Don't let him steal your happiness, you don't need him."
Bridget twinged with the knowing that he was right. But also, she didn't come here to talk to Rook, she came here to talk to Breathwoven.
"If you keep down this path it will destroy you," Stillwater said. "If you like I can give you rituals to do."
Bridget stared straight ahead, but in her heart she was screaming "Shut up! Shut up all of you! Breathwoven knows how to make me feel better, why won't you let him speak to me?"
She left the Grove and went for a walk, Stillwater still around her shoulders, while her laundry finished.