Hestia, saranghae 💕💕

This is from the person in the squad you shipped with Consent Forms, to her most beloved bunch of people that stuck with her through thick and thin in school, Hestia:

I’m sorry.

I didn’t mean to cause so much trouble;

I was just praying for a miracle.

I’m sorry.

I didn’t want us to go wrong,

Neither did I want the future batches to follow the wrong footsteps.

I have to say,

This isn’t only about administrative accountants;

But it entangles potential big issues in our campus, too.

I have to say,

It wasn’t only myself that I thought about.

Hestia was the reason I wanted to stay behind.

They asked me,

“What do you like so much about that ‘uniform’ group?”

I said, “The bonds I made, the skills I learnt, but definitely not the things that made it ‘uniformed’.”

They asked me, again,

“Why do you want to stay?”

This time, I said nothing, because I knew the bonds I’ve built, cannot be put into words.

I’m sorry,

But I love you all.

Someone once asked me, if I were to prioritise all my commitments, how I would prioritise them. So I ranked family and friends first, the other things, and lastly my CCA.

After all, no one of authority ever said that CCA was their utmost concern, but every student’s individual development was.

Dear Hestia,

If you’ve come to realise, one day, you would see what I’m talking about.

Love,

Consent-chel