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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 1:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 1:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 1:40 pm
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3/15
Rika sat down, picking up a well worn black book. She pulled out a pencil from her backpack, she was never without one as she was an artists after all, and slowly started writing.
'It was kind of sad....seeing how they acted without one another around. My dad and my mom, you see, almost looked....lost, when they were apart. Hurting...as if someone had wounded them so deeply inside, they could never heal. I guess I couldn't understand. I've never been in love, after all...But watching them, seeing them...I wonder if it really is as worthwhile as all the stories say...Did they somehow hurt one another?
My purpose for this diary entry, you see, is not to complain about their weird actions, or to contemplate what is wrong with them...I already know that. But I wonder if they really remember themselves. My purpose is to keep their memories locked away within these pages with my own. For myself, and for my successors...
I wanted to know why they seemed to hurt when they were alone, diary, but it was not as easy a task as I thought it would be. I couldn't ask them outright...that wouldn't have worked at all, and I do not want them knowing that I have been prying into their personal pasts...especially if it was that they'd hurt one another before. My searching could only start with the people around me...and even then I had to be careful with how I asked things. But through my questioning, I found out at least how my mother had died...and that she was brought her by someone named Cera. Also that a man had come to visit her grave. From what I could gather...the man was the one my mother loved.
Such pain her love caused her because of him..and because of their love, my mother died... Once again, I wonder if love really is worth it all. Is love not suppose to be a miraculous thing? So pure, and sweet, that none can resist it and nearly all fall prey to it's whimsical ways? If this is true, then love is not but a treacherous mistress that only harms those who allow her in.' Rika looked toward her parents tombstones, her eyes dark. Did they love eachother, then...? Rika couldn't fathom why someone who'd been hurt like her mother, would want to fall in love again... And her father...what was his story? She turned back to her diary. 'I will find out everything I can about them...About my mother's lost love, and my father's warrior past..No matter how hard it gets, I will recover and record the truth, to be added to my own memories...someday.'
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 7:40 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 7:47 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 7:53 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 7:59 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 8:01 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 8:02 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 8:06 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 8:08 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 8:14 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 8:15 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 8:16 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 8:20 am
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