I felt a wave of guilt wash over me as I remembered why I had created Casimir’s character in the beginning. I wanted to fall in love with him and be with him. Essie symbolized me, and Casimir was meant to be the broken boy who she changed. The one who finally saw the sunshine because he had found love. And she had shown him affection that softened him. But maybe that wasn’t enough.
I realized right then and there that I didn’t have all of the answers. I wrote flowery words of wisdom and an emotionally charged tale, but would there really be a resolution in the end? I believed in happy endings, and I was not so cruel as to laugh at heartrending suffering. Then why couldn’t I do more? Why couldn’t I save my own characters?
I knew that Casimir suffered from anorexia and bulimia in Residing Dreams. One could gather this from the looks of him. I couldn’t just let him not eat anything!