(Lucent does live research upon Visitors and their ideya. It's a bloody business.
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Father stopped by yesterday; upon request, I wove him some cloth. I haven't seen him sow since... Well. It's been a long time. I wonder what he's planning on doing with it.
A pause, a new paragraph.
I
Another pause.
miss Him. I worry. His stay with me ended; it was such a wonderful time, having him around. I can still smell him on my sheets. It makes me so afraid, sometimes. I know he doesn't feel the same; even now, I think he scarcely knows that I feel the way I do. No surprise at that; it's a twisted emotion, I know. But... I think I'm finally coming to accept it. All I want is to be close to him, and for him to want to be close to me. Anything more is euphoria. I'm such a fool for that boy.
A short laugh.
He is so clueless.
Smiles fade.
He stumbled upon my research. I know he didn't approve; it wasn't a coincidence he left that day. He doesn't seem to have been too badly affected, from what my sources say, but I haven't seen him in person since it happened.
A pause.
I worry.
Inhale, exhale. New paragraph.
Minutes passed.
The pen hovered above the paper, and Lucent sighed. As he shut the book and set it aside, he looked up. Someone had arrived. Tucking his diary back into its hiding place, he flew out to greet his guest. He smiled.
"Mica!"
The only friend he had in all of Nightmare. Who else would it be?