Journal: Preamble
####OOC: The book is a small (A5 sized) leather-bound journal, though on closer inspection it looks more like a refillable journal, the outer done in exquisitely soft and toned hand-stitched pale brown calfhide. The paper is heavy as well, high density and crisp.
http://www.aspinaloflondon.com/products/berkeley-lockable-refillable-journal-in-deer-saffiano
It is stored at a secret location but Kyle knows where it is.
The first page features a large calligraphic title:
The Guardian Angel is no more
Much smaller it reads:
For my love Kyle Daklan
The second page is written in the same handwriting but with much less effort to make it beautiful. Tears strain the writing quite regularly.
Hello my love,
I’m writing this journal for you, no idea if you will ever read it. Maybe I’m dead already and you just take a look in this desk or maybe it is even today you read this.
Whatever.
I don’t know if I still can talk with you about my feelings and other private things. But I want you to be able to stay connected to my life. Your call if you read on. I’ll be frank. It will be painful to read at times.
There is a box of tissues one drawer below. Bad enough when I smear the ink with my tears.
Ironically this journal was my engagement present from Jessica. I still remember how grateful I was when she gave it to me. “A new place for a new life?” she asked. I never decided what to write in here. It seemed to precious. I should have written down our good times and I could go through them and dream but I did not. I once joked with her, that I should write down all my adventures and give it to you to read. Well this was before I knew it hurt you. When I still thought it would turn you on. One of my many mistakes.
Now I’m using to to keep you engaged in my life. Imagine me shrugging because that is what I’m just doing.
Anyway.
I love you Kyle Roger Daklan and this will never change.
I hope one day I can think of you and not have pain and joy fighting in my heart I’m afraid it will be ripped apart.
You may ask why that title? Simple. I have nothing to Guard anymore. I failed to guard what was most precious. I’m not worth the title and far from an angel.
If I had more lifetimes like you I would wish we meet again in the next and get happy there.
But I don’t have it, so all I can hope for is that one day we a huge tear makes the rest unreadable
Be happy Kyle. Find a way without me.
the next two lines are written in blood, probably her own
Your burned out light, your fallen Guardian Angel
Your Rovena