One Last Time: One More Time

Diary

Elise

Somehow, life at her parent's house was peaceful.

    Everything was normal, as if the last five years just never occurred. As if she had never been sent out to the Survey Corps, as if she had never become a tavern dancer.

    Living at her parents' mansion hasn't changed either. Taking long walks in the garden was definitely something she enjoyed, but it had become a bit too repetitive the past few days. However, she had beautiful dresses to wear every day and that should be worth something.

    All the riches she wanted, everything she dreamt of. Beauty, riches, the love of her family, acceptance.

    And somehow all of that ... didn't full-fill her.

Maybe it was because the change was too sudden. She hoped that soon enough she would adjust.

    She walked through multiple corridors, today her father had invited different lords to come to join him for dinner. Of course, women weren't allowed inside their meeting room but from time to time they would let inside some prostitutes and tavern dancers for company. Nonetheless, due to the current situation, no woman with those intentions were allowed.

"It's so boring when there aren't any women to play with."

    Elise didn't eavesdrop but curiosity got the best of her. Passing by one of the meeting rooms, she recognized a few voices.

"Hey, why don't you bring in your sister? To show her legs and move her ass for us?"

    Elise rolled her eyes as she pressed her ear further into the door. She should have known better than to not to expect this. The royal family would judge her, at this point she shouldn't be surprised.

"That's my sister you're talking about."

    Elise hears another voice, this time her brother. His voice had changed, more mature. Expected of a 15-year old that's going through puberty.

"So what? I'm sure you know that your sister is just a whore ... I'm sure that your father just brought her so we could use her."

    Elise kept listening to the conversation. Hoping that her father would jump into the conversation to defend her. He had to be there right? After all, it was him who invited the guests to come over.

"Lord Wald, if you keep talking about my sister like that ... Then I will have your tongue cut off."

    Elise couldn't believe those words coming out of the young boy she once tried to kill.

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    She was tired of walking and ended up in her room again. Sitting on her bed to try and forget the faces of betrayal her friends had when the Military Police went to the tavern to take them away.

    Elise didn't know if her boredom was the thing that didn't let her conceive sleep or if it was the guilty feeling in her heart.

    It has been five years and Elise couldn't believe everything that she had been through. Still wondering if her actions were good; she had everything she ever wanted. Her family's love and approval and all the riches in her display. She was happy.

She should be.

    Elise looked to her side and noticed a small notebook on top of her drawer. It wasn't hers, and it was definitely not there before. Made out of leather, the pages were crusty and brown. Curiosity took over her and she began to flip the pages of the old notebook. There she found black ink, letters, very elegant.