For the last few weeks, I've been sitting in luxury. Fancy furniture, room service carrying in expensive fish every dinner, access to a sun room, and a huge variety of toys to swipe at. Sapphire and I get tons of fan mail each day. I like reading them, though all of them have the same wording: 'I LOVE YOU! PLEASE REPLY!' At this moment, we are looking through our mail. We separate the envelopes into three groups; hate, support, and business. I finally come to one out of the ordinary. When I read the letter, Sapphire can see the shock and sorrow lining my face.
"What's wrong?" Sapphire asks suspiciously.
"It's from Gear- he wants me back," I say quietly,"but he got rid of me, so I'm not going back." And with that, I crumple it and toss it in the trash. I continue going through my mail for the rest of the day.