[Just when Ion didn't think this could possibly hurt any more, fate turns around and slaps him in the face. No, maybe it's guilt doing the slapping. He thought he'd been doing better... he thought he'd be able to handle this. Why? Why does he have to feel this way!?]
[When Anise checks her journal tonight, she'll find a reply. The handwriting is unmistakably Ion's, though it's written rather stiffly. The camera, however, has been covered.]
Anise. I'm so sorry.
[Something is written here but crossed out beyond readability.]
Please don't worry about me. I promise I'll come back soon. I [More illegible scribbles.]
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Date: 2011-11-15 02:08 pm (UTC)[When Anise checks her journal tonight, she'll find a reply. The handwriting is unmistakably Ion's, though it's written rather stiffly. The camera, however, has been covered.]
Anise.
I'm so sorry.
[Something is written here but crossed out beyond readability.]
Please don't worry about me.
I promise I'll come back soon.
I [More illegible scribbles.]
I'm sorry.