The Diary

Until we meet again

PETER " HI DIARY OR DEAR DIARY OR MAYBE . . . . . . . . . , HI DEAR DIARY . I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN A JOURNAL BEFORE . IT WAS KATE 'S THING. 

BUT SOMETHING HAPPENED TODAY .I HAD AN ENCOUNTER WITH THE BLACK SORCERER. FOR A MOMENT ,I FELT I WON'T MAKE IT HOME.BEING CHASED BRINGS A PRIMIAL FEAR THE KIND THAT BRINGS OUT EVERY OUNCE OF YOU.  IN THE NEED TO ESCAPE MY HEAD AND HEART GO TO THE PLACE THAT IS CRUSHED AND WITHOUT LIGHT OR MATCH TO BRING A COMFORTING SPARK.

I HEARD THE SCREAMING OF MY MUSCLES TO GO FAR BEYOND.ESCAPE, DIFFERENT PEOPLE DEFINE IT DIFFERENTLY.

LIKE KATE FOUND AN ESCAPE FROM HER PROBLEMS, BY ENDING HER LIFE.EVERY PERSON HAS A RIGHT TO RISK THEIR OWN LIFE, BUT IN ORDER TO PRESERVE IT,UNLIKE HER. NO MATTER HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU KATE ,I WILL ALWAYS HATE YOU FOR IT.

SOME FIND ESCAPE BY CREATING A FANTASY WORLD,BUT ITS HARDLY AN ESCAPE.

BUT WHY TO FIND AN ESCAPE? EVERY LIFE IS NARROW OUR ONLY ESCAPE IS NOT TO RUN FROM IT BUT TO FACE IT.

MAYBE I AM JUST EXAGGERATING THIS WHOLE SITUATION.MAYBE EVERYONE IS RIGHT KATE HAS COMITTED SUICIDE. MAYBE I AM IN DENIAL.

BUT THERE'S A CORNER IN MY HEART THAT IS JUST NOT READY TO BELIEVE."

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PETER OPENS THE DRAWER ,AND TAKES OUT  LETTER.

PETER(TO HIMSELF)"TODAY I SAW A KID IN THE PARK.HE WAS HOLDING A BALLON AND A LETTER WAS TIED TO IT.I ASKED HIM ABOUT IT. HE SAID THAT HE WROTE A LETTER TO HIS FATHER WHO HE LOST IN A CAR ACCIDENT, HE BELIEVED THAT THE BALOON WILL CARRY HIS LETTER TO HIS FATHER.

IT WAS A VERY INNOCENT GESTURE.I KNOW IT IS TOTALLY STUPID, BUT I WANT TO TRY IT(STARTS READING FROM THE LETTER)

those special memories of you will always bring a smile,

if only i could have you back for a little while,

then we can sit and talk like we used to do,

you always meant so much and will always do,

the fact that you are no longer here,

will always cause me pain,

but you are forever in my heart,

until we meet again

(STOPS READING,THE EMOTIONS OF HIS HEART OOZES OUT FROM HIS EYES)

KATE,I LOVE YOU AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.THERE IS A CORNER IN MY HEART THAT WILL ALWAYS BELONG TO YOU"

HE TIES HIS LETTER TO THE BALLON AND LET IT OUTSIDE HIS WINDOW.HE PICKS UP A PHOTO OF HIM AND KATE ,AND HOLDS IT TIGHT CLOSE TO HIS

HEART AND FALLS  ASLEEP.

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THE MORNING DUES FELL RESTRAINED.

THE MORNING SUN SHINE HINDERED.

THE BIRDS DIDN'T BOTHERED TO CHIRP.

THE SHEET OF THICK CLOUD ANNOUNCED THAT A HEAVY AND A COLD WEATHER WAS DISPERSING THROUGH THE CITY.IT WAS A COLD DAY, NOT COLD IN A CONVENTIONAL WAY , A REALLY COLD LIKE SATAN COLD .IT FELT AS IF THE CORPSES IN THE GRAVE WERE MOURNING.

PETER WOKE UP AND SURPRISED TO FIND THE BALOON IN HIS ROOM, THE LETTER WAS NOT TIED TO IT. SUDDENLY  LIGHTS WENT OFF,THERE WAS

SOMETHING STRANGE IN THE AROMA,HE COULD SENSE IT.

THERE WAS A SUDDEN RUSH OF WIND IN HIS ROOM.

THEN HE COULD HEAR A LOW VOICE

"just because you cannot see me,

does not mean i am not there.

just because i am in heaven,

does not mean i do not care.

i often see you crying you often call my name,

i want to hold you tight and ease your pain."

PETER ( WHISPERS NUMBILY) " KATE ! "

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