As the days go by, I grow weaker and weaker. And I’m scared.
I’m scared that this thing inside of me will tear me apart on its way out. I’m
scared that the prophecy will come true. I’m scared that I won’t be able to
keep my promise to Mark – that I won’t live to tell our tale in full.
Mark promised William that he would tell the story if
William died and I promised Mark I would tell it if he died. But what if I die?
Who will finish our story then?
But most of all, I’m scared to face this alone.
But I don’t seem to have a choice.
I’ve changed the password, one last time. If the truth
cannot will out, at least the lies will stayed buried along side it.
- Emily
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