June’s Entry
June’s Entry
Place: Greenhouse
My Sweet Z,
I know everyone is out enjoying my front fucking yard like it’s a Zoo Fair, but I decided to take some time to come to the greenhouse and get an entry done.
Baby, there isn’t a day that I don’t want to write to you.
So much has happened since you and I have been together, and I want to account for each moment, good or bad, so that you have memories.
Time is ticking for me, Z, and the smoke hasn’t yet cleared, although Clark is no more.
He is just a piece of the puzzle, but I will say that the finish is near.
I know when you finally do get to these, you’re probably going to curse me out and ask why I didn’t just go to our special place and tell you.
You think you would have understood. That’s the thing.
You wouldn’t, and I know that. Sometimes things that are left unsaid are for the best, and you will later understand why.
I know you’re looking for me, searching high and low, and those moments will come more than often.
Times like this are when we go to our special place.
I didn’t understand the concept of it at first. I didn’t know if you and I were like superhuman or something because being able to hear each other’s thoughts is truly some scary shit.
However, God knew exactly what he was doing.
He created a space that only you and I could be in.
A place where we can silence the outside noise and focus on us.
Those times we will have and remember that is the only way I want you to communicate with me. Fix your face. Trust me.
Zaria, something is happening, some—