May 6th, 1867
Dear Diary,
Everything is quiet now since Kenshin is gone. All I can think about is him. Oh my Kenshin! How much I morn for you and how much I want to love you! Why did you have to leave me? When you will come back? Will I be dead when I come back? And with that, I have nothing more to right. That is only because I can talk about my sorrow now because my sister is dead, my brother is a trained assassin and the only man I have ever loved is gone. But these last days showed me how hate turned into love. And that is all I can say.
Dear Diary,
Everything is quiet now since Kenshin is gone. All I can think about is him. Oh my Kenshin! How much I morn for you and how much I want to love you! Why did you have to leave me? When you will come back? Will I be dead when I come back? And with that, I have nothing more to right. That is only because I can talk about my sorrow now because my sister is dead, my brother is a trained assassin and the only man I have ever loved is gone. But these last days showed me how hate turned into love. And that is all I can say.