Diary
Alfred Ashford's secret diary, containing his thoughts, his emotions at a tender age.
Entry Eleven:
November 20, 1982
11:25 PM
It's been a matter of days since Alexia went away. She feigned her death, and had me make up a story about why she suddenly disappeared. I don't think I can bear the pain of her absence. Just a few days, and already I think I'm losing it. Harman showed signs of leaving the household, and everything just isn't the same. For the first time in my life, I feel cold and lonely, even though I'm in the presence of warm sunlight. Alexia has kept my feet on the ground and made me sane, but I don't think I can hold any longer.
There is not much to do around. Everything seems lifeless. But for Alexia, for the sake of my dear sister, I will try to make everything work out. For Alexia. For the one I love the most...
A/N: Last chapter. Short, ain't it? I was just in a hurry to finish it, but I tried my best to pad it out. Anyways, thanks to those who reviewed! Much appreciated!