December 1, 1860
Last night, she came to me in a flash of fair skin, red hair, and glittering emerald green eyes that I could easily lose myself in. Bearing an elixir that, unbeknownst to her, I have no further need of, for I have created my own—one far superior to the one that she bore. It is a secret I've no choice but to keep—I will not risk her failing to return. As it was, her visit was too short.
But one day, she will come to me again—undercover of the night, unbeknownst to him. And on that bright day, I will reveal all, allowing her to see in me what I've always seen in her—the other half of my soul—and she will finally choose me, so that we can live together, forevermore.