••• Tuesday, November 5th, 20XX •••

Today at school, I couldn't shake that warm, intense feeling spreading out from my chest, tingling down to my fingertips. My mind kept drifting back to that night—I couldn't stop thinking about it, couldn't focus on class at all.

Dash must've noticed I was distracted, because he shoved me against the lockers, probably needing a punching bag after failing some test. Like, what am I supposed to do about that?

When he finally let me go, I went to the restroom to clear my head. And then, out of nowhere, Phantom appeared. He whispered for me to keep quiet, pushed me against the wall, and kissed me, his cold hands were cradling my face. I didn't know what to think—but I couldn't help pulling him closer.

And that's when it happened. Busted. Dash walked in and saw us, right there. My secret, out in the open. Phantom just smiled, cool as ever, like it was no big deal. But I felt a rush of panic.

What surprised me was Dash's reaction. He didn't laugh, didn't get mad. He just looked at me and said, "You too?"

Guess now I know why Dash is always so frustrated.

But then Phantom floated over to Dash, their faces just inches apart. I felt this strange pang in my chest, like… jealousy?

Phantom leaned in and said something to Dash, like he asked if he wanted to join us. What the fuck, Phantom? My blood started to boil, and I just walked out of the restroom. I don't know if he meant it as a joke or what, but I couldn't deal with that.

•••Friday, November 8th, 20XX •••

Yesterday, after school and dinner, while I was just trying to get some homework done in my room, he showed up again after three days of silence. But I wasn't happy to see him—not at all.

He tried to brush off what happened with Dash, saying it was just a joke, but something in his voice told me otherwise. He moved to wrap his arms around me from behind, but I pushed him away.

Damn it, Phantom. Stop messing with my heart.

Why do I deserve this?

He turned me around to face him. But his expression was different this time—not his usual charming, playful look. There was something deeper, something hidden. So I asked him what was wrong.

And then he told me. He made a mistake, he said. And you know what that mistake was? Something that makes my blood boil just thinking about it—he slept with Dash. He had fucking intercourse with Dash.

So now my heart's shattered, a tangled mess of anger and sadness. I yelled at him to leave, to get out. But he didn't move. He tried to comfort me, said he felt guilty. I couldn't stand it—I punched him. Hard. His nose started bleeding green ectoplasm.

He still didn't want to leave. And he wanted to hug me. So he forced me into a hug. And of course I started to cry.

He said he was sorry. But he couldn't resist his own desires.

I feel broken now, really broken.

••• Sunday, November 10th, 20XX •••

So… this morning, we ended up merging back together, almost by force. Now we feel everything the other felt—both ways, all at once. My body feels like it's split between two separate beings, and it hurts. A lot.

I'm stuck in my room all day. I—we keep flickering uncontrollably between ghost and human. It's completely messed up.

And now I—we feel everything, every desire, every emotion from both sides. Damn it.

Now, the problem is, I—we—have this overwhelming desire to be with myself in that one way. What was the point of merging back? I—we can't even hold my—our own thing down. I've been in heat all day. I don't know what to do anymore. And not only do I want myself now. I want to share my desire with that asshole, thanks to Phantom.

Everything is so confusing right now and my head hurts so bad!

••• Monday, November 11th, 20XX •••

I didn't want to go to school today. I couldn't—it felt too risky. But we had to. At least we made it through without any uncontrollable transformations.

But there was another problem. Dash.

Apparently, he wanted to make me his punching bag again—not physically, just the usual taunting. And then something happened. I think Phantom took over, and I wasn't ready for it. Suddenly, we were talking back, teasing him, playful. Maybe even… flirting? Of course. And Dash—he just froze. We remember his eyes widening, ocean blue and shocked.

No. Stop. Damn it. Now I—we wrote that down.

That familiar voice is back, laughing at me.

I'm still so confused.

••• Wednesday, November 13th, 20XX •••

Merging back really was a mistake. We don't know what to do with ourselves. Everything feels confusing, tangled, and our head is pounding. Even now, as we're writing, everything seems to blur and sway. Our hands are shaking.

There's something else too. We've realized we have to… relieve ourselves at least twice a day, or it gets impossible to manage.

And now, this strange thought hit us. What if… we just duplicate ourselves? Maybe that would help. But is it a terrible idea?

Or maybe we have to split again?

Everything hurts so bad.

Oh, and Dash has left us alone for two days straight.

••• Sunday, November 17th, 20XX •••

Phantom here.

Just wanted you to know… everything's going to be okay. But we had to split again, Fenton. You were dying. We were dying.

Yeah, I read your so-called diary. Don't forget, we're two parts of one soul, divided into two beings. Your memories are mine now, too.

I'm sorry for everything I put you through.

I love you, my human being.

•••

The end.