There is nothing but darkness, loneliness. Where is Elijah? I had no idea he would take this long; will he ever come back to me? Is all this pain in my chest even worth it?
I'm at my desk with too much on my mind to even think about working. I endlessly search Google looking for Elijah... but I cannot find him.
Tears dress my eyes while I write this - the page is damp.
What have I done? I cannot keep doing this - I'm dying inside... and I'm~ My phone pings and instantly forces me to close my bubblegum pink diary; I scribbled a little but it's okay. I wrap the string around the leather too quickly and throw it in the top draw of my desk.
I lift my phone from my desk with heavy hands and gaze impassively.
From: Elijah Be at the curb of Darks Lawyers at 5:30 - you have five minutes.
Oh my! I want to cry so badly. I have an overwhelming urge to just let go - am I imagining this?
