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Tobias’ Journal Entry 011 - 

    “It’s 6p.m. again, just like everyday. I wish we can go back to the train yard like how we used to... I miss the possibilities of things that could’ve and would’ve happened. After all of my misfortunes, heartbreaks and changes, you stayed through it all. Until two years ago.. Where did you go, Faye? I need you to come back.. I’m a mess without you. I sound ridiculous. Even if you were to come back, you wouldn’t even have known that I moved hundreds of miles away... I just wish I could go back in time and see you again. All I could do now is bask in our old memories of us. 

                                                                                 Yours truly, Tobias.”

Tobias’ Journal Entry 012 -

The Wilson’s Residence | 9:38 p.m.

    “I remember the first time I’ve ever came to your house. I still can’t believe I’ve never been the whole time while we were best friends.. for 8 years, Jesus. You told me to pick you up that night and we’d make our way to Danica’s party together.”

Tobias’ Journal Entry 013 -

    “ I remember you crying the whole way to Danica’s cabin. I felt so useless. I never knew what to say other than telling you to wait and that pretty soon we'd be able to run away together, that you wouldn’t have to suffer anymore afterwards. You’d always laugh in my face and tell me that suffering was your bread and butter and that even after, doom would still be somewhere to greet you. Nowadays I can’t stop thinking about what if that’s the case for me too. Nonetheless, If I had the right words, maybe.. maybe you'd still be here today.”

Milwaukee, Wisconsin | Spring

    “When the sun came down I knew I’d see Faye again. Our daily routine; running and cursing at the world together. Without knowing where to go, much less who to call. I was saved. Faye was saved too. She was afraid, we both were but, as long as we’d stay together, the world was ours for the keeping.”

Milwaukee, Wisconsin | October 13th

    “Everyday at 5:30 Faye would come to visit. It was routine. We’d play and play and play, and eventually I’d forget all of the bad in the world. With all of my flaws, she was the only one who didn’t hate me. She was my best friend and I was her’s.”

You. 

7:44 a.m.