63. Shadow

I love Phoenix, but remember when I said that maybe I'm ready to give up on my past and start a new life with him?

Forget it.

Because I'm not ready. I never will be, the fluid named vengeance runs as blood in my veins and I’d be dead if not for it. I had hope, in the basement.

Revenge was that hope.

You see, I never lied when I said, I am a beast. The names on the diary, Archie killed them from the first page, since he’s locked up at Levi’s mansion, he couldn’t have finished them off.

So, I’ll start from the end.

Phoenix doesn’t know, he shouldn’t. He’s right, I don’t do walks, because I kill. But when did it start? When I had finally given up on this diary, I was about to throw it off the bridge.

To start anew, fresh, road to unicorns and clouds and skies and everything bright.

The water as blue as the sky, the sky I wanted to touch, and that day I realized I'm not meant to touch it.

I took a deep breath, I had Phoenix’s poems, his emotions printed on his book, I don’t need