September 6
Okay…well, I guess this our last chat, Kelly. The Doc said I don't have to keep a journal anymore.
I think my previous entries scared him.
In a weird way, I'm kinda going to miss you.
Especially your blonde hair. And the way you always know the right thing to say.
September 9
What can I say? I tried to stay away, Kelly. I just couldn't do it.
I think I'm in love with you.
Okay, so not really. Sorry. That was just mean.
Jules has been coming over a lot the last few days. She's looking over the case with me again and again and again. She thinks Lassie got the right guy for once. I'm still not convinced, but for the life of me I can't figure out why.
September 10
Okay…this is really hard for me, Kelly.
But I think you know what I'm going to say. This has been a long time coming.
I think we should see other people.
Specifically, I think I should see Jules.
I kind of like her.
Like her like her.
But I hope we can still be friends…
Can we? Yes? Good!
Then, as my friend…I need help.
The problem is Jules. I can't lie to her.
Well, I don't mean I can't lie to her at all. I lie to her all the time….but I can't lie to her about me. I can't lie to her about who I am. I can't keep pretending to be a psychic. Not if I really like her, not if I really want to be with her. I have to tell her the truth.
I just can't do that. Not yet. I'm not ready to give up being a psychic detective.
So there I am. At an impasse, as Gus would say.
Or so it would seem.
This is where you come in…
What the hell am I supposed to do?
September 10
I was thinking about Jules last night. All night. I didn't sleep; but in a good way, I think.
I was trying to remember her eyes. I haven't been able to remember anything for so long that I didn't think I could.
But somehow, I did.
I closed my eyes…and I could see them, clear as day.
Blue. Clear. Perpetually smiling. The left one has three small flecks of green, barely noticeable unless she happens to be wearing green that brings them out.
It wasn't a big deal, and it took me about an hour longer than it should have to remember.
But I remembered.
I just can't tell her I remembered. I can't tell her anything about this.