(A short entry that is particularly misshapen due to nothing other than tears)
Dearest one,
The lady is gone. She took 'er own life in the presence of a few she loved. I fear the worst from what I 'ave heard. May the gods 'ave mercy on this house.
The funeral was lovely. I 'ad never seen one look as dazzling in the passin' as the lady 'erself. I was the first one there and the last to leave for all I know. M'lord had yet ta show 'is face at the time. I pray he did eventually come ta m'ladies side. The amount of people there was a right shock. She deserves better than tha'. Only two of those bloody Dawn folk came 'round. I shall not write of any thin' tha' happened at tha' funeral for the ladies sake. Bless 'er soul.
I shall weep a thousand tears over tha' wretched day. She can't be gone! She just can't be! Not like this! Poor Miss Rannie!
I shall have no one to dispare with... I want none ta see how broken I am. I shall take another walk ta tha' water fall some time so tha' I can see that red pool again. I don't know when I shall be able ta....my heart weakens me spirit. I feel barely able to write let alone stand. M'lady. My poor dear lady. I fear what is ta come without yah.
Where are all those weddin' folk now. The cowards.
They shall not knock at meh door and get a smile. I shed a tear for each of them. Where be they at this wretched hour. They missed the service. What of m'lady? I pray they come tah see 'er grave. They owe 'er tha'. She loved all them no matter if they loved 'er back. Bless her!
It is a dark day indeed when the red waves of pain and suffering flow from the lady 'erself. Red on Red. Heart of hearts. I dare not write more.
Lynxy
