[SHORT-STORY] Insania

Polaris · 04:31 PM

This is just the first part it's missing the second, which are two more letters.

“Entry on Miss Leonor’s diary, 24th November:

I know it’s been a while since I wrote something here; I don’t have time and motivation as well. I just wanted to say that I’m starting a new phase; I want to learn with the past, forget what I went through would only lead me to repeat it. I found someone, and honestly I think I was never so happy before! Even if he doesn’t say a word, that is enough for me already. Believe me, after so many times arguing, silence is almost like a proposal, it’s a way to feel deeply the other person. I don’t reflect anymore. Even though I fear that he might leave me, if he will end up doing that, I tell you now and here that I was very happy, like I never was with any men! It had to be someday … but if God allows someone to understand me, then that person is very well welcomed in my heart and in my life. Faculty is going well, my writing stopped; I’m still trying to control my art… Yet after spending so many times refusing God, a friend told me I would never stop believing after starting to believe. I don’t know if I’m acting well by leaving this into someone’s hands… I like to feel the weight on my shoulders… to know if something fails whether it’s my fault or not… it’s not always!
Tomorrow I’ll talk to him and check if everything is fine.”

“Second entry on Miss Leonor’s diary, 26th November:

It’s so good to be free. I tell you, nothing is better than walking freely on the city, even if the ways are all the same.
After spending so much time at home thinking about English gardens, it feels so good to go out for a walk, even if it’s through the gardens in Porto. They’re not worse than the foreign, honestly! Everything depends on the company, but that I leave for another moment.
I’m so amazed with my life that honestly I just want to stay here, languid, thinking about the wonderful afternoons I spent on the Palace.
The weather is cold, but the sun bright the beautiful flowers. If I didn’t pay much, I’d spent all my life in Serralves…and also if it wasn’t so scary. I must confess that, that huge trowel is out of place and that huge open space makes me shivers. I couldn’t enter there by myself, like I said before; it all depends on the company!
Christmas is coming; we must have more work and gifts. Every year I ask for peace and quiet and every year no one gives me that. This year… well this year everything is very well welcomed! This thing of consumes is becoming a terrible habit, almost inhuman… but oh well now that no one asks the same thing, I request what others request. Quiet would be more handful! Oh and inspiration as well, this thing of writing a big romance needs always a little push. The rest I leave to fate, He can take care of that, because I will take care of my things.”

Polaris · 06-12-2008, 04:32 PM

“One of the last entries on the diary of Miss Leonor, day 4th November of the following year:

It’s been a month since I met him, I tell you that I was never so happy for so long! The way he looked at me, like we didn’t know each other for long! I love him, I still love him today! I ask pardon to God for committing such crime, as I gazed at him sleeping so deeply and as I thought why? Why after so many disappointment, why did You send him to me? I was afraid… terrified that someday he’d run away from me and then I’d never see him again, I grabbed the poison and put it on the glass. When I arrived this morning, his mother was crying and his father holding her trying to restrain his tears. If I had died no one would have cried for me, no one would shed a tear, he would simply kissed my blue lips and followed me everywhere I‘d go. That, I call love, when someone follows the other person … this love is much better than the one I see nowadays. I know we’d have staid together until the end of our life. I simply pushed that moment forward. I quit my dreams to follow the man I loved. I don’t ask for forgiveness, forgiveness is something for those who commit mistakes, but I did everything all right! We both died loving each other and we’ll always stay like this…”

“Last entry on Miss Leonor’s diary, day 5th of November:
22 h 15 m

It’s been now a day since I left his house, what have I done? I read today my yesterday’s diary entry… why? Why did he die? I love him! Why? He was mine, all mine, and I could have had him forever by my side and now… I have no one! I feel so empty … there is nothing that fills these long hours. I miss him… If I return to see him one day, I hope he’ll forgive me for everything I stole him. I deserve nothing! What I’ve become starts to fright me… no one knows my state. I took everything he had without his will, but for the first time I had control over someone. I laid by his side when he asked me to prepare him something to drink after he woke up; he fell asleep and I left the house. For a moment I thought in return and remove the glass, but no, he could not even drink it. The love he felt for me made him do it.
Naïve! We should never trust those who surround us and I taught him the worse way.
If he wants to forgive me… Ich verdiene deine Liebe nicht!...”

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I totally forgot to post this XD and I don't meant to revive a new thread! just really forgot to post the last part