August had been significant in my Second Life. This past August, I thought it was the disaster with 6969 that was the change in SL. What I didn't realize was that there was something else as well.
The same day I met 6969, I met two pilgrims who followed me up a mountain and through a labyrinth. The next day, both pilgrims contacted me separately at the same time and we had another quick but funny exchange with the blonde sending us pictures of him doing the belly dance.
With a trip and the affair with 6969, I didn't find reason to log in as Alt #11 for a long while.
Last Sunday, in between the Burn2 temple burns, I logged into Alt #11 since I was too wound up to nap. Besides, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to wake up in time for the 3am burn.
I found the Irishman online and said hi, which was lucky for him because he was figuring out why he lost his legs after taking off his boots. After we got that sorted out, we sat down at Kannonji for a chat.
He said that he and the blonde had gotten together and became lovers. The blonde is polyamorous and has other lovers. And it sounded as though the Irishman wanted to be one of my lovers as well. "You were the person I most wanted to see again here at SL," he said. So, he was going to ask the blonde if it was alright with him.
The blonde said no.
I don't know how the conversation went, but that was that. I asked if the blonde would allow us to remain friends. The Irishman said it was fine; in fact, he thought that the blonde was also "smitten" with me. But I had the feeling that he was broken-hearted. He was torn. He adored the blonde; he said so repeatedly. And he adored me.
It didn't matter to me. From my perspective, we simply wouldn't have SLex. It would still be more than a casual friendship, so I'd make time for it. He asked if I would ever spend time with both of them at the same time. I told him that I don't really have time for casual get-togethers, but I would make time for climbing the mountain again.
That conversation happened yesterday. This morning, I realized that, if I continued to see the Irishman alone, it would eventually undermine their relationship, so I left him an offline. The blonde was online so I tried to contact him, but he wasn't responding and I had to go.
So I went through my day, then in the evening, I checked email and found messages from both of them. The blonde said yes to meeting. The Irishman said the blonde left him for his female lover, and he added that he was leaving SL and he said his goodbyes.
It upset me unexpectedly. All I could think of was going back to the mountain, and I walked up it without stopping. I was on a pilgrimage again. At the entrance to the labyrinth, I cried. I hardly know him, but I still felt deep sadness. I walked the labyrinth. It was a prayer for him to heal. I sent him a message that I walked it for him. Afterwards, I stood just outside the labyrinth and reminisced.
Not long after, he logged in and responded. I tried to teleport him; he refused to come. Thinking it was the memories associated with the mountain, I went to Kannonji. He still refused to come. But in the conversation, he happened to mention he was in Dublin because it was at least somewhat familiar. I searched for the Dublin sim and teleported there. Then I found him with the radar and teleported there. He was sitting on the bridge, so I sat next to him. And we talked.
I found out about the lies. He and the blonde had been lovers long before SL, and the blonde had told him to pretend that they didn't know each other when we met. He had told me about the D/s nature of their relationship. Tonight, I learned about the abuse from his childhood. I learned about his deep love for the blonde, about the last time the blonde left him, about his attempted suicide, about his hopeless dreams for a future with him. I was crying the whole time.
He said he was leaving "this world." I made him promise not to take his life, and he promised. In the end, he promised to send me a message that he was okay. He wasn't going to take anything electronic with him, but I suggested that he send a postcard to his friend in the UK and ask her to send me an email. He agreed.
Then he left. On a new pilgrimage perhaps. To heal.