𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 • 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤

epilogue

[ sunday, january 5th ]

dear diary

he left yesterday. and it's only been a day, yet i already feel lonely. so i decided i'd start writing, so that maybe this would help.
school starts again tomorrow and i have no idea what i'm supposed to do. i refuse to turn back to hero or tyler - or anyone from that group ever again - and the only thing i would ever get near to emilia for again is to push her into hell's flames.
maybe i could transfer again and just be done with all this shit. maybe i could start being arabella, instead of hero's sister.

[ tuesday, february 4th ]

dear diary

yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes
this is the weekend!! i'm flying out to go see him, it's confirmed! coincidentally enough, today also marks a month since he got on that plane and left. it seemed to be so much longer.
i'm so excited to see his new place!! <3

[ thursday, february 6th ]

dear diary

i'm so fucking upset. i can barely see what i'm even writing through the fucking tears in my eyes.
i had to cancel my flight. he said something came up.

[ thursday, february 27th ]

dear diary

okay, second try this weekend. a little bit of a last minute notice, but i suppose that's how it's going to be from now on.

[ monday, march 2nd ]

dear diary

i got home late yesterday so i couldn't write but!!!!!!!!
his new town is so nice, it's warm and cute and everything i want. much better than this fucking place, the gates around this house are starting to make it feel like jail. i know i shouldn't complain, but i feel so trapped.
i'd much rather be there in that tiny apartment with him.
i met his mom as well, and she was so kind. such a beautiful woman, inside and out. we went to see the city, which was only a couple minutes long drive. and the beach. god i love it there. my body may be here but my heart is definitely in san diego.
i miss them so much. luckily i'm going back during spring break, in two weeks.

[ tuesday, april 14th ]

dear diary

i haven't written in over a month, wow. probably because i didn't really feel like i had to, because i wasn't as lonely, but now it's getting so bad.
i don't talk to colby nearly as much anymore, we're both so busy. i haven't seen him since spring break, a little under a month ago, and we've texted maybe twice since then. many of my messages are left unread. i suppose it's better than just being left on read. also this polaroid i made of him on the beach last time isn't helping me. i'll just leave it in here so i don't look at it constantly.