June 7, 1979
Dear Journal
It's midnight. A few hours ago, I saw Regulus walking the grounds so I walked over to him and fell into step beside him. It was a nice evening and the cool breeze was comforting.
"What do you want?" he asked immediately, continuing to walk.
I shrugged and said, "Nothing," and looked up at the sky. After a few seconds of silence, I said, "It's not even dark yet and you can already see the moon."
He looked up at the sky too. The sky was a beautiful mix of pink and purple from the setting sun. It reminded me of the bruises that used to cover his arms.
"You should go back inside. It's getting dark," he said quietly. I knew he could feel the sense of familiarity like the old days that passed between us.
"I've never been afraid of the dark," I whispered.
He looked at me as I spoke and said, "The dark is when all of the most dangerous creatures come out."
I shrugged again, "Are you scared?"
He scoffed, "No. I'm not a child."
I smiled softly, "You never were scared."
Estella Flint
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