Josephine loves me.
We were sitting in the garden, enjoying the sun and the blooming, fragant flowers. Josephine prepared some kind of lunch for us to eat. She often forgets that I don't eat that way.
She still forgets.
I am not saying that doesn't sadden me. It does, because it means that Josephine sees me as human. I'm no human, I've never even been one. Not like my father had. He's so lucky to have experienced such amazing thing.
As I watch her bite into her ham sandwitch I cannot help but smile though. She turns her head my way, a warm smile stuck on her pretty face, like always. I reach my hand out to hold hers, to feel her presence.
Then she says she loves me.
I say it back instantly. How could I not love her. How could anyone ever resist someone as charming as Josephine.
I'm scared I love her too much. I know I said I trust myself, but at this point I might as well be going crazy.
Cillian Milford,
July 7, 1852
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Until Your Death Do Us Part
VampireDear diary, This is my confession, I suppose. I never meant to kill her. My Josephine, the love of my life. If only life has given her an ordinary human as a lover, instead of a blood sucking monster like myself... If only it has given her someone t...
