I never could read her handwriting. I wish I had learned.

I want to know what she has to say. I want to know how she's doing. I want to see her and Yume again. I want to go home.

Omaria delivered it to me. She smiled at me, but it looked fake. It was one of those smiles you'd see in a family portrait.

She scares me a little bit.

I haven't met the second head witch yet. They were there the first time I met the family, but I haven't seen them since. I can't remember their name, but it was similar to Omaria.

I don't know what I'm saying. I don't want to meet them.

I miss Mother. I miss Yume. I miss home.

I want to know what they're doing. I want to come home after work and see them laughing.

I want to go back to work.

I want so many things. I want to stop feeling selfish. I want to be able to marry some stupid witch without feeling sorry for myself.

I don't want to marry a witch.

The paper is stained with tears. Eunan's tears. As the entry continues, his handwriting becomes harder to read.