Epilogue

Nagi,
After reading all your diaries, I've decided to start keeping one as well. Not to
copy you or anything, but I don't think you'll mind if I put my thoughts down as well. I
think you will read this one when I'm done. Of course, you will be laughing your head off
at me when you do because my writing is very bad. VERY bad. But I hope you will be
considerate enough to register a few words of English here and there. I'm used to it,
especially because Youji spoke so much of it sometimes, and we just had to go along with it
after a little while. He practically taught us all English.

Yesterday you asked me something that I will answer now, and you'll know when I
finish this diary entry. We were sitting out in the back of the school, in that little
grove of trees that we, the couple use to hide ourselves in. You sat by me, and gently took
me in your arms. This feeling, this unexplainable feeling burst through me, and I felt
myself tremble at your touch. You were convinced it was because I was cold, and pulled me
in close, where I shivered at the warmth. Oh, Nagi, then you tipped my head up and gently
kissed me. The moment seemed to last, second after second, and eternity after. I couldn't
believe it, but then I was left shocked but happy as I snuggled in your arms. Every kiss,
every touch, every hug, all of this has contributed to this answer that I give you now: Yes,
Nagi, I do love you. With every inch of me, yes, I love you in more than words can say.

I'm starting to sound like some mushy girl, so I'll just say this: Goodnight.
Tomorrow we will be boarding the train, since we've graduated. We'll be picked up by
Shuldich at the train station, and we'll live at his house for a little bit. We'll be able
to see most of our old comrades, and I hope that we'll be able to get some decent rest
before we actually start with our life together. Oh, I love you so much, words cannot even
begin to explain, and I just want to lay here in your arms forever and ever...

"What are you writing?", you ask me now.

"My diary", I answer. I am rewarded by your smile. Then I write a few last words
before I'll hop into bed and snuggle in your arms, and then I'll have sweet dreams, because
when you're here, there's nothing I fear.

Oyasumi, Nagi. I love you.

Omi

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Author's note:

Done. Finally. There, hope I can write a little more later, but for now, I need to
sleep.

Andrea Weiling