Part 2
The Nightingale Rises
Entry 9
Things continue to escalate. Nightingale has received an anonymous note detailing her identity and with references to The Aviary. I can only assume they know who I am as well.
Is it strange that my first concern was for her safety?
And that my second concern was that… as soon as she came to see me about it, the first thing I did was try to seduce her?
I fear becoming too comfortable around her. It’s bad for her. And me. I can’t afford to lose another person I care about. Let alone in that way.
I would lose myself as well. Entirely. I barely survived losing Desirée.
If there’s a God, I will need all the divine intervention possible.
On one hand, I want to believe, because I need to believe that Desirée is still somewhere out there, being happy and well taken care of.
But on the other, I am merely a shell of a bitter woman, and I can’t believe in such a thing. I have no faith.
Second chances don’t exist like that, even for someone of my new means. I think Nightingale feels the same way. She is my muse, both in my recurring art and in helping me stay on track. If she ever succumbs to me… we’ll be doomed.
Perhaps she is the stronger one.