⚜︎𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘐𝘵⚜︎

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1994, Monday, July 25,

It has been 3 weeks since I lost Thomas.

I have been trying to forget about him but I can't. I love Thomas. And even though I never actually said it out loud. I know, in his last moments, he loved me and I loved him.

Ruth died 7 weeks ago. And she did say she loved my Tommy. Even if it was just to save herself.

Thomas loved me. Not Ruth. Me.

He died on the operating table. And so did my will to live.

This is my last entry.

Tonight I will see Tommy.

-𝙇𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙃.