Grey

August 3, 1959 (11:11 AM)

This is Lucifer.

It's 11:11. I would make a wish, but it's already come true.💚💚💚💚

Currently, you are sleeping on me. You were telling me about your life and how depressed you always are, and you started crying. And then the crying turned into sobbing. I just held you and comforted you as you sobbed for hours.

You did, in fact, answer my question. You told me that you sure as hell hope that is us someday. I sure as hell hope so, too.

I just want you, Bellance Carolina Ring, that you are an amazing, beautiful, wonderful human being, and that I love you, along with many others.

I've read the rest of your diary----sorry!!!!---- and now I know what your life is like. Depression, anorexia, bullying, abuse-both physical and verbal.... You deserve so much better than this, dearest Bellance. I don't know why anyone would ever treat you like this in a bajillion katrillion billion million jillion years. And then a lot more. They're probably just jealous. Always remember that.

I've only known you for now six days, but I already know that I, Lucifer Bran Blaire, am in love with you, Bellance Carolina Ring.

Sincerely,

Lucifer