August 6, 2014
Dear diary,
I was sat at our bench, arriving at 6:00pm with Elliott's book tucked under my arm.
I didn't cry when I heard the blare of sirens screech through the town. I knew where they were headed.
It was 8:47pm and they were headed to you.
I knew what he had done.
I love you, Elliott.
I love you so much.
