Warren’s Diary
Warren’s Diary
The last time I was in England, the first war was just beginning.
It is an entirely different experience to be here when the streets are filled with joyous celebration of a war’s end.
Mortality is not something easily outrun, and the world has faced death often in these past years, but the strength and survival of this generation is a wonderful sight.
I confess, however, that I am homesick. It has been a long time since I saw Lena or was permitted to socialize with my coven friends. She remains in contact, though her letters remain cold and somewhat distant. I understand why, but it does not make the loneliness hurt any less.
This is my punishment, and it is one I deserve.
I find myself often thinking of Levette.
I have written him many letters, but have not dared to send them.
I was a fiend, a villainous version of myself, when we last saw each other, and I can only hope that he does not choose that to remember me by.
Perhaps one day we will meet again, and I can ask him for his forgiveness.
– Warren