First, it looks like Neighbor and Sabrina are hitting it off. This is a good thing. This is a very good and excellent thing, and if my emotional immune system were healthier I'd be rejoicing.
I'm not rejoicing. I'm sitting up at my computer, grumpier than hell, trying to think of Darkside, trying to keep an image of his face in my mind.
Young love is so pretty. This is so wonderful. I'm so happy for them, and I want it to be all perfect for them.
Shredded. Torn. No Darkside. I can't feel him in my head anymore.