Elena
May 12, 2020
Dear Diary,
I’m leaving in a week. I can’t be here anymore. There’s too much hurt; too much heartache and too many bad memories.
I loved him, you know. I didn’t tell him because I was scared that he’d perish; everyone I seem to love ends up dead. I figured if I never told him, then maybe he wouldn’t die.
Stupid, right?
That thought was wrong, obviously. He still died. The most complicated, big-hearted, protector, liar, and cheater had my heart from day one.
God knows how he still has it. We’re burying him today. Well, there’s no body, so we’re just burying various artifacts that belonged to him. Jace arranged it all.
Can he be trusted? He was there for me when he broke the news. All he told me was that Mike had been shot. That’s it. That’s all I have to go on. I
