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June 28, 1865
Dear Diary,
Our nation has suffered, but once again we are a whole country. The losses are great, my beloved, Jack, President Lincoln, and thousands of other.
I know it has been four years since I last wrote, but I didn't have the heart to. If it had not been for Marta and Marcus I would surely have perished. They saved my life and one day I will tell them that.
It has been exactly six years since I started this diary. This entry will be the last, not only because this is the last page, but also because I can no longer stand to record the things that have happened and are sure to happen.
Kirsten
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Devora shut the book; it had taken her a year to read that last entry. After the death of Jack she couldn't bare to read it.
She smiled, John, Tom and Martha's grandson, was interested in showing the diary to his wife, who worked for a publishing company.
She looked down at the slim volume; it sat on top of the old family Bible she had found. Through the Bible she had discovered that Kirsten was her great-great-great-grandmother, on her father's side. She smiled; she had finally found her roots and discovered her history.
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One Year Later-
Devora rolled down her window as she drove down the highway. She grimaced as she remembered the last time she had driven these roads. She had been scared and upset, it was hard to believe that had been just over two years ago.
So much had changed since then; she had matured and learned a lot of hard lessons. The hardest probably being that life was to short; she had realized that while reading Kirsten's diary.
She sighed, she knew that she had pushed Marc away because his declaration of love had terrified her, but she had been so wrong to do so.
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Marc sat in his car; it had been a relatively quiet day for which he was thankful for. He had been up late the night before at Beth and Jimmy's wedding reception. They had finally tied the knot; it had taken them long enough though.
He sighed; he hadn't been on a date since the disastrous one with Devora two years ago. Beth had urged him to date, but he refused. He knew he would always love Devora, even if she never returned.
He looked up as a SUV went flying past.
He turned on his lights and sirens and pulled out onto the road after the vehicle. As soon as the driver realized the police car was following them, they pulled over.
He pulled over behind them and stepped from his car. He approached the vehicle, slowly, all senses alert, but he froze when he saw the driver.
"Devora?"
"Marc?"
Devora stared, his appearance hadn't changed much, he was still so very handsome. She chanced a glance at his left hand, no ring.
She smiled weakly, "So, how are you?"
His face cleared of all emotion and became as stiff as a mask, "Good, you?"
"All right."
They both paused unsure of what to say.
"I'm sorry Marc," Devora whispered, her voice rough with emotion. "I shouldn't have just left. I know it's a terrible excuse, but I was scared."
"Of what?"
She bit her lip, "Of making a commitment."
He nodded, "Well, I guess there's no hope then."
He turned to go. She opened the door and climbed out, "Wait Marc."
He turned, "What?"
"Life's to short to waste, to let my fears overcome me. I…" she took a deep breath. "I love you, Marc. I was a coward not to tell you before."
He took a step towards her, "You really mean that?"
She nodded and managed to smile through the tears that were starting to stream down her face, "I love you, Marc Stewart. I really mean it."
His arms came around her and their lips met.
"I love you too, Devora Wallace," he smiled, before pulling her close again.
THE END
