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I know it's almost 2AM. I don't care. I want to write this down.

It's very rare that I'll become overwhelmed with emotions so honest and quiet and real that I can only describe them as heartbreaking, even if they're beautiful beyond the capacity of language to express, and beyond the capacity of my heart to bear without shattering into sobs.

It's even rarer that those emotions are directed towards Laurie.

She wants me to sign off for the night and go talk to her. I won't say no. I can't. Especially not like this.

"Ameno Dorime" keeps playing in my head.
Dori me interimo, adapare, dori me...
Strangely fitting, really.

She's getting impatient. I just had to write this down. I don't want to forget it.
This feels like everything I thought I'd forgotten. It feels like what I lost.
How weird, that it would be through her, no one else.
I can't say I'm surprised at all, though. I've always had a thing for diamonds.

There's something sincere in these echoing hours
that shadows cannot ever touch.

This is so tragically beautiful. How did I forget this?
How could I ever doubt anything like this?

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