Friday, February 3rd

Dear Diary,

Today Lineya replied to me; I received her letter whilst awaiting my luncheon. Her words caused my heart to flutter, my stomach to twist, and my thoughts to race without pause. She wrote thus:

Hello, my dearest Pelta,

I shall wait for you in the place where we first walked, where we first embraced, where first we spoke. There shall I sit, and when the clock strikes the last hour of the 3rd day of this month, we shall meet once more.

You, my bee, my flower, my Pelta, are the most remarkable, thoughtful, strong, and benevolent soul I have ever known. I long greatly to meet you again, when you and I shall at last be reunited.

Farewell, and until soon.

—Lineya

My hands trembled with excitement as I finished reading. I could scarcely endure the wait until nightfall, yet I would do so gladly, even were I required to wait a fortnight. For her, I would do anything.

Even that which ought never be done.