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- Title: Amy Bartlett and the sun rays of spring
- - author: Kana Akatsuki
- "On that day it was noon"
- ---A cloudy day, soft wind---
- Inside of me there exists morning and deep night.
- Noon almost never exists.
- When it is morning, I struggle to get out of bed and live with the hope that anything might begin. In reality nothing happens,
- but I always carry this thought with me: today for sure. That is how it goes almost every day.
- When it is noon I sing a hymn to the life. Then I am happy, to be together with people, to feel happiness and hope that again and
- again I'll be able to experience this time so that it may continue into all eternity. Time shall stand still whenever all seems
- beautiful and lovely to me.
- When it is night, desperation overcomes me. Everything I see disgusts me and I'd like to destroy it. I am filled with anger and
- the desire to destroy all things, hope to end this life as soon as possible and just want to disappear like a soap-bubble. And
- you, you as well, perish! That's what I wish for.
- My life practically consist only out of morning and night. I can count on my own hands how often I've been allowed to experience
- noon. From the beginning my life was a violent up and down. From birth I was without father and my mother was beaten to death by
- a thug. Despite my small and frail life needing to be protected, I grew up without any protection. Even my body had to hurry and
- grow up. After living through an endless amount of nights I now am here.
- Amy Bartlett.
- Isabella York.
- And in the meantime I already carry a new family name. Since some time only the night lives inside of me. My life and emotions
- are a complete mess. I cannot remember that both ever were sorted nicely. But if you tasted the noon once, one always hopes to
- one day bathe in the light again. Hopes that this moment of luck waits for you. But how stupid this all is. Because such a moment
- will surely never happen to me another time.
- These are the recollections of a morning on which I awaited such a noon.
- ---Clear sky, turbulent wind---
- I have slowly grown accustomed to writing this diary. On that note, I remember I haven't written down why I started writing.
- Among others I need to write for my future self as an old woman, so she can read it anew. I was gifted a diary with lock
- to my birthday. I didn't know how to react when he gave it to me. Maybe because I have split feelings regarding the gifter.
- Who this person is?
- My husband, or rather the person who occupies this role.
- Apparently he felt sorry for forgetting my birthday. Said person, who plays my husband, is from a family sufficiently good for me,
- who plays the role of Isabella York. In principle he should be a sensible husband to me, who's older by a few years, has
- experienced excellent education and who stands out due to his diligence.
- "Is he nuts?"
- I'm really sorry but that is what I sometimes think about the old man. I can only laugh about him. My birthday was two months
- ago, my dear spouse.
- It is way too late for this. And further I am, by nature, not someone who would put much effort into a diary. If he really
- knew me, he certainly wouldn't have had the idea to gift me one.
- Let's think..- My little sister surely would have given me a colorful bouquet of flowers. If I decorated the dinner table
- with them our stomaches wouldn't have been any fuller but their view would have soothed my soul.
- And my Violet-chan surely would have gifted me a bow for my hair. After all she always did my hair.
- ^[Pure English has no way to express what I need, Violet-chan is a 100% translation though]
- She was very skilled and quick in doing so with her metallic fingertips.
- Honestly, had it been a gift by those two women, who are so dear to me, grass from the roadside would have made me just as happy.
- The main reason I cannot be happy about it is probably that the diary is from him. I came to this conclusion after I attempted
- to sort out my split emotions about him. But he is of good intentions. He didn't know what to give the much younger one who plays
- his wife, which is why he made himself some effort in his own way with the diary with beautifully binding.
- The wedding gifts consisted of dresses and jewels, but since then the gloomy girl had locked herself up in his private room
- on the estate, because of which he probably thought a diary would fit well to her. If at all, I would have liked a book more.
- My husband always tried to behave like one when thing like this come to his mind again. He possibly has feelings of guilt for
- taking me as his wife. On one hand he locks up his wife within his estate, on the other he often visits the house of his mistress
- who he already had before the marriage. Evidently there's a piece of his consciousness haunting him.
- It's unnecessary because I couldn't care less about you.
- We sold our souls to each other and got a gain out of it.
- He a bloodline and the connected relationships, I the opportunity to protect the girl I love more than anything else in this world.
- We both got our use out of it and entered the contract because of it. Because of this we are less a married couple and more a man
- and a woman fulfilling each others wishes in exchange for our souls. This connects us but we do not love each other one bit.
- Us two could never become one. By now I've understood that. Within me I started calling him the old man long ago and vice versa
- he probably calls me "shitty brat" in his mind. We are of different minds, grew up differently and of different age.
- In our conversations we constantly bickered. After we constantly talked at cross-purposes we spoke open for once.
- We discovered that we will never be able to love one another. Therefore it would be better to play the happy married couple to
- the outside world. Then we wouldn't need to further try but could both just live our own lives. At least we both agreed
- to that quickly. But it was only very important to the mister to keep up appearances.
- The result of his long thoughts what he could gift his "co-conspirator" to her birthday was a diary.
- Old man, don't say you couldn't think of something better... a book for example? A book would've sufficed for me, I would've
- preferred it. On the other hand I grew up in a very poor environment and don't want to let things go to waste. Because of this
- I now sit in my room and put pen to paper.
- My husband also gave me a pen-holder with the feather of a peafowl. A beautiful blue. The blue of the eyes of a beautiful human.
- A color I love very much. Thinking of it I remember that I haven't written her a letter in some time. To Violet, Violet Evergarden.
- The name of a human which sounds more and more beautiful the more often I write it with blue ink.
- My Violet-chan, my handmaid, my secret Memory Doll. My friend.
- She has forgotten me for sure. I decay here and cannot write letters. Actually it would be my turn to write a letter but I never
- answered her and as such there never arrived a new letter from Violet. Since my marriage I didn't know what to write to her either.
- Possibly I don't even want that she learns of my current condition. Who could hold it against me? Who would let his beloved friend
- know what happens in the own marriage? I don't want that she knows how much I suffer after marrying someone I don't love.
- "Hi Violet. I'm miserable", what do I get from writing her something like this?
- Oh Taylor. How I'd like to see you again so much.
- But it is impossible, I know that.
- ---A warm day, calm wind---
- Since my last entry many days passed. I decided to continue writing because I think it's interesting to look back on them.
- Today I entered the garden briefly for the first time. Normally I don't even set one foot outside my room, I even let the meals
- be brought there. If my husband is present we eat together from time to time to keep up the appearance. But in that case the air
- is heavy, like with a father and his daughter who have grown distant from each other after years of living under the same roof.
- Which is why we try to avoid shared meals.
- It was a warm day, which is why the wind was so refreshing. The garden of the estate is beautiful, if not as beautiful as
- the rose garden of the boarding school. I noticed that I hadn't touched earth for a long time and took some in my hand.
- If nobody would've talked to me I probably would've had some other thoughts for once ... but while I gazed at the flowerbeds
- the gardener suddenly appeared.
- "Madam, please take a look at everything. If something is not to your liking I'll bring it in order."
- That's what he said fully serious and visibly nervous. Are there things inside a garden you can bring in order or things you
- cannot bring in order? It's good the way it is...
- "..."
- The silence was deafening. A flower caught my attention so I asked about it to which he seemed very happy and started rambling
- some shoptalk. Great, I thought. I had a talk-head in front of me. In such moments I feel how little I like the contact with
- other people. If I have to listen to the ramblings of someone, I feel like I'm sort of a pressure valve to them. I could listen
- with interest, but instead I feel uncomfortable and want to run away most of all. With a bitter smile I give a short acknowledgement
- until the chief butler arrives to notify me that my tea is ready. I use this opportunity to end the conversation.
- The gardener seemed sad. He is still young and probably only wanted that his work gets recognized.
- I left the garden and went back to my room, drank the black tea and only then thought that I should've praised him more.
- Because maybe that is my role, after all I am officially the "madam". But I cause so many bothers and can be overly snappish,
- I wonder how the girl back then was able to hold out for three months with me.
- After I empty the tea I dance a small waltz on my own.
- ---Cloudy, hardly endurable wind---
- I met my husband. Apparently he wanted to get luggage. Instead of "met" I should rather say I was ambushed by him since I was in
- my room as always. He asked how I am, to which I answered that I am alive. He asked whether I'll go to the class reunion of my
- school, which I also denied. He asked whether I was lacking something, but I once again deny it.
- When he asked me what my favorite color is I had to think of Violets eyes and answered "blue". He wanted to know: Why?
- "Because it is the eye color of the human I once loved."
- At this my husband suddenly wanted to force a hug with me but I resisted with all my power. It came so suddenly that I suffered a
- cough attack and threw up my entire lunch. Only then he did seem to regain his senses.
- "If you don't distance yourself from me, I'll throw vomit at you!"
- This sentence showed effect. Apparently my husband had a fight with his mistress.
- But should that be reason enough to lay hand on the one person you had a mutual agreement that there was nothing between you with?
- Exactly because of things like this I do not understand men. No, whether man or not isn't the problem. The guy probably cannot be
- helped anymore. He is similar to my old man in how he thinks he can let out his temper on other people. It makes me furious.
- He tries to land with the next best woman after the slightest resistance from his mistress, you cannot call that affection.
- You cannot call that love. He lacks faithfulness to his mistress. She is to be pitied.
- My husband on the other hand had to endure how I threw heavy words at him without hesitation until he finally left the room.
- And I. And I.
- And I cried, while I cleaned my room of the vomit.
- I want to see Taylor.
- I want to see Taylor.
- I want to see Taylor.
- I only want to spend my time with people that are important to me.
- ---Cloudy and later rain, windless---
- Today it rains.
- On rainy days I have to thoroughly comb Taylor's hair. The little one has incredibly beautiful curls but on days like these they
- pose a problem. I am tired. But I also have to got to work, because of this I have no time in the morning.
- I have to get up and comb Taylor's hair.
- This went through my head as I opened my eyes. I briefly looked for the girl with curled hair but she was nowhere to be found.
- I idiot briefly searched for her and wondered whether she went outside alone. For a moment I even contemplated kidnapping.
- I was determined to do something and got up. But then I promptly became aware of it:
- Taylor is not here.
- Are you stupid Isabella? You are Isabella now. No longer Amy. And Taylor is no longer there. Taylor is already gone for so long,
- how do I come up with these thoughts? Why do I hold lookout for her? Even in my doze I should've known better.
- I couldn't talk with anyone about this sorrow and since I didn't know how to help myself I punched into the pillow with all my might.
- I wailed.
- I punched harder, harder, countless times.
- I wailed even more.
- With each punch I spread tears on the blanket.
- From time to time something like this happens. I have feelings that people who aren't here anymore and landscapes I can no longer
- see are nearby. The memories, which are engraved into my body, let me search for my lovely little sister.
- Does Taylor also watch the rain?
- Does it also rain where Taylor is now?
- And where is Taylor even?
- Does she get a good breakfast? And a good dinner? Is there someone who combs her hair on rainy days? With all these thoughts and
- tears, which run down my cheeks, I look out the window. It thunders, which startles me so much I fall on my behind.
- For all I care lightning can strike this place. If this estate takes damage through it I would not complain. I spend my day
- chasing such thoughts.
- ---Fair and later cloudy, damp air---
- Today I had a stomachache and constantly had to run to the bathroom. I always think this every time I have my period: Why does it
- have to be so gruesome? If I was god, would I have made menstruation so painful? Besides I doubt whether this function is even
- necessary for me.
- I think I live without it.
- Please take that away from me.
- But I would also be scared of that.
- At least I would like to lose the pain. I just cannot endure the pain. Even my constant coughing makes my eyes tear up. It is so
- excruciating that I cannot help myself. Even if I don't want to link menstruation with it I have to think of the succession. Of
- the fact that we are pretending to be a married couple. Despite the fact that the topic is on ice. If my father dies, I would
- probably be able to fool everyone else by raising a child which my husband had with another one like my own.
- There are various options.
- I like children. That's why I'm sure I would be able to raise the child of another full of love. But I would pity the child.
- In the end it is the best if a child is with its birth-mother. If I look at it that way I'm no longer needed, but I am
- indispensable for the further life-planning of my husband. A divorce therefore isn't an option.
- While I write this I suddenly shudder at the thought that I look at children only as a "mechanism".
- Stop it, stop it, forget everything you thought about just now.
- Am I not the best example what happens if you do not waste a thought about your own child? I cannot inflict on others the same
- injuries I received. i don't like the topic. Even if most days only offer the "morning" someday maybe a "noon" will come.
- There are two women in my life who taught me this. Someday everything will be all right.
- Oh if I only wasn't born as a human but, well, as some being that can reproduce through splitting.
- Maybe I would've considered children of my own if only my emotions wouldn't be in the way of the survival of the species and the
- bodily stress would be lower.
- How dislikeable my husbands recent attack was. I was shocked. Later I persuaded myself that I'm fine and that I can handle it.
- But in the end nobody who is hurt is fine.
- ---Crescent moon day, cloudy, strong wind---
- Today something horrible happened.
- Surely there are people who love to occupy themselves with it, but I am different. How do I call it? Gossip, scandals? Something
- along those lines. Because there was an improper incident in the estate.
- What kind of incident? Well the gardener and one of my handmaid's apparently had to do the act in my husbands bedchamber.
- Since my spouse is often at his mistresses place, they probably became careless. I myself only was in his room a few times.
- The furniture was selected with the color black as an emphasis and it is exceptionally beautiful to look at, including the
- stuffed animals which await the return of their master.
- The room emanates a peculiar atmosphere. I wouldn't call it a room fit for secret meetings with young lovers but it has a certain
- character. And it radiates an aura of improperness. Probably they found it especially exciting to hold their trysts in their
- masters bedchamber. I cannot blandish it, that's for sure.
- Despite that it is the fault of two very young people of almost my age. And I would have wished they would've come out of it with
- only a strong talking to. But my husband was outraged.
- In one of his very rare visits to the estate he must have caught them in the act. I could hear his thundering voice even in my
- room as well as the sound of shattering furniture. It was horrible. Loud, rage filled voices of men is among the thing I hate.
- Just like violence.
- But it became worse after that. After some time silence returned and the gate of the estate was opened, which is why I looked
- through the window. I could see how a man and a woman were chased out into the cold evening breeze without permitting them to
- collect their belongings beforehand. It almost seemed gruesome how the door closed again and both stood completely scared and
- clueless in front of the entrance to the estate. My husband must've been very angry, that I can understand. I also would have
- been abhorred that something like this could happen in my room. But I do not have understanding for his reaction. He could went
- his anger by chasing them out. But what will become of them without their belongings?
- Will they become beggars?
- Will they become bandits?
- Will they be killed by bandits?
- One of the two will maybe be forced to sell their body. But he probably can't imagine such a future. And even if he could, he
- wouldn't care.
- But it had to come to this. My husband was raised without ever suffering starvation.
- "I would like to get even with him."
- This thought didn't occur to me due to being angered by my husbands behavior but more in response to the fate that wants to bring
- my life out of order, against god or something of that kind. My anger aimed at that. What did I do the last time that I was in a
- similar situation? I had made the little girl who deserved to be the happiest in the world my little sister.
- So I sprung into action this time as well. I hesitated for but a moment but then I got up from the window and went into the
- quarters of the staff and had them hand me the belongings of the two. The staff were surprised, probably because the otherwise
- silent freshly married wife of the master suddenly had a mysterious drive for action. I took their things but didn't leave the
- estate through the front gate but through the back door along a small dark path. As expected I found both young people silently
- crying and completely helpless.
- "What should we do now?"
- "If only we hadn't done it."
- Hand in hand they stood there and cried.
- It seemed like a scene out of a drama, only that the sadness was real.
- "Hi you two. You forgot this. Please take it with you."
- "Are you.. the madam?"
- "Yes that's me."
- ".. uhm, please forgive.."
- "I am not here for an apology."
- I would have loved to give them some money but unluckily I did not have any with me. As such I gave them my hairpin with beautiful
- engravings I had received as a wedding gift as well as a decoration on my clothing. Additionally I ripped of a beautiful button.
- If they sold it it should be sufficient for their traveling expenses.
- Both were completely stunned.
- ".. Excuse me, are you really the lady of the house?"
- "Did my initial answer not suffice?"
- They asked my why I would help them to which I shrugged my shoulders and said:
- "Because I thought it was necessary."
- "But we did something unforgivable in your estate."
- "That might be the case. But the way you were chased out and in turn the way your lives could be endangered is unforgivable."
- "But..."
- "It is not as though you murdered someone, as such you should at least get your belongings. I apologize in my husbands stead."
- I said the words rather dry, but the young man could not contain his tears. In truth there was an additional reason why I helped
- you. If you asked me... well because
- Because I have nobody who can help me.
- Probably nobody knows about it but day in day out, I wish to be freed. But it is true. I desperately wish to be freed. I long for
- freedom. Otherwise I'll hang a rope around my neck one day. Before it comes to that I wish that someone frees me.
- Free me.
- Free me.
- Free me.
- From the loneliness, the sorrows that threatens to suffocate me. But this someone, who will save me from all this, will never come.
- I have nobody who takes my hand at night on the dark street. This is why I give people what I am not allowed to have. I give them
- everything. That is my consequence. That is my revenge on god. I always followed this path. Back then I took in a little girl and
- made her my sister. I could not say all that to those two but I whispered it in the deepest parts of my heart. Only someone who,
- like me, knows of poverty is able to stretch out a helping hand to such foolish lovers.
- "Is there a place you can got?"
- "My homeland. I'd like to take her there."
- "Can you pay for both tickets?"
- "If we sell what you gave is... maybe."
- "The coin changer will try to take advantage of your situation, so do not take the first offer. You need to protect your girlfriend.
- And if the worst people jump you, you never abandon a girl!"
- "Madam, who exactly are you?"
- Because of this intimidated sounding question I could not help but laugh into the dark night.
- "I am Isabella York. Even if I took on a new family name in the meantime."
- We did not speak much more but I nonetheless hoped that the two arrived safely in his homeland.
- ---Rain, wet wind---
- A doctor visited the estate today. My current self with a meaningless family name differs significantly from Amy Bartlett and
- Isabella York. But some stays the same. For example my weak bronchi. While I let myself be examined I thought about heaven and hell.
- Even if heaven and hell are different in their core, life would not differ much in both places once one grew accustomed to it.
- Naturally the side effects and experiences would be completely different. I only want to say that with growing accustomed the own
- thinking is paralyzed and on self accepts this state. That's called resistance.
- One of the abilities that is innate to a human. A truly wonderful ability.
- Why did something like this cross my mind? Because the doctor held an endless sermon.
- "Miss Isabella, please take care not to ingest too much of your medicine."
- This doctor, who always gives me the medicine for my lungs, tells me something about medicine-resistances. The body apparently
- grows accustomed even to medication if you take in too much, and the effectiveness is reduced.
- Overdosing apparently is fatal, it also is not good to take some on those days where no symptoms are present out of precaution.
- Because I felt uneasy I did not look into the doctors eyes but stared at a lint on his sweater the entire time.
- "You must not become addicted to it."
- I just did not listen to his ramblings.
- "The healing of the body lies, in the end, with you, the medicine is no more than an aid.
- Many people who tend to be dejected are haunted by their bronchi..."
- You annoy me, shut up.
- "Go outside, take a walk or visit a circle. It is not helpful for your health that you stay indoors all day."
- You don't know anything about me, nothing at all.
- "You no longer are a boarding school student but a fine young lady, as such maybe use your connections a bit to get outside."
- Don't talk bullshit. My body was and is a prison.
- "If you continue on like this, you will not be privy to a long life."
- Has anyone ever claimed I wanted to live long?
- Who said that? It wasn't me at least! Otherwise I would surely break out in tears if someone ordered me to die here and now.
- The doctor is not at fault, but I currently do not have anyone else I can vent my emotions on, which is why I insult him in my mind.
- It possibly could have been observed. I am sorry.
- In order to thank the doctor, also as a sign of my regret, I escort him to the gate as a goodbye. It has been a long time since I
- left the house. After the run-in with the gardener and him later being chased out, everyone and everything was so abhorrent to me
- that I did not set one foot outside the estate. After the doctor had departed in his carriage I wanted to immediately return inside
- when i suddenly spotted someone with golden hair not unlike Violet's in the distance. A moment later this magical moment vanished.
- On closer inspection the person turned out to be a man and I mocked myself for getting so excited only because of the hair color.
- ---At times cold and at times warm, calm wind---
- I was told it was not good for my body if I did not get enough sunlight which is why I begrudgingly went outside today. But I do
- not want that inhabitants of the surrounding see me. Because of this I hid my face under an umbrella and walked until I arrive at
- a place where not one should wanders around. There, I watched the flowers and the green of nature.
- In the estate I almost only feel gloom but out here I feel a little lighter. A small breeze threatened to rip the umbrella out of
- my hand. Could it not take me with it as well? Nobody would mourn for me. I only want to disappear to anywhere.
- ---Lukewarm temperature, dull air---
- I have thought about the "resistance" the doctor told me the other day about for a long time. What would become of people if they
- didn't have any resistances? In the winter they would die to the cold, in the summer to the heat. Likewise the weakest illness or
- the smallest wound would kill. Surely humans are equipped with this ability in order to adapt to different situations and survive.
- it is similar with luck and misfortune. Both can become natural if it controls them everyday. Without resistance one could not hold
- out a lot of things but at the same time it poses the danger of emotionally numbing.
- My past self has no other option than to appreciate or suffer under whatever the day brought her. I suppose if the pain this world
- inflicts on you becomes daily routine you cannot change anything about it anymore. Maybe it is the same with fortune.
- If wonderful days are chained one after another endlessly, they are nothing but daily routine.
- With enough distance I finally grasped this today.
- "Oh how miserable I was back then" and so on.
- "Oh how blessed by luck I was" and stuff along those lines.
- Today I finally understood that since I can now view my past objectively. While you are still in the maelstrom of events, you
- cannot understand it. Because you are resistant to it. This is why it took the time from taking on the name Isabella York to
- exchanging it for some other meaningless family name until today to understand:
- That the passed days are irreplaceable to me.
- My life will probably end on the estate. But if my life replays in front of my eyes then, it will not be this place which I remember.
- I will remember my most lovely little sister and that woman which counts as my first love. I will remember how I shared my soup,
- consisting only of vegetable pieces, with my sister, how we slept closely snuggled together on cold days and how she called me
- [insert English translation for neenee] and her childish manner of speech.
- Likewise I will remember how I danced at the formal dance of the boarding school with the most beautiful woman of all. Only
- things like that. Back then I was happy. Since some years have passed and only today I notice.
- But in recent time it is so bitter, bitter and painful. I have the feeling that my resistance is weakening. The resistance against
- sadness. It's getting weaker. Everything is so bitter. So painful. I want to be freed. Can a person truly live on despite this
- loneliness? Should I not be accustomed to sadness? Should I not be accustomed to loneliness? After my mother died? After I let go
- of Taylor's hand? After I waived my love goodbye? All these years you were filled with sadness. Did you not grow accustomed to it?
- Be resistant!
- Give me my resistance back dear god.
- I want to become emotionless. I do not need feelings anymore.
- Give me the strength to continue living despite my loneliness.
- And if that's not possible, dear god, please tell me whether Taylor is happy.
- If I knew that , I could hold out until my death.
- [For the following pages I have included page break comments, the background is pitch black while the text is white]
- I mourn, I suffer.
- Today rain.
- Loneliness.
- Today sun.
- Boredom, boredom.
- Today clouds.
- Heavy coughing, in parts bloody.
- Today sun.
- Don't touch me, don't touch me.
- Today parts sun, parts rain.
- Now is tomorrow.
- Tomorrow is the next morning.
- [next page]
- The noon doesn't come.
- Today rain.
- Tomorrow also rain.
- Today is, today is, today is.
- Morning... [could also be Tomorrow, same word in German]
- Also tomorrow as well as the day after tomorrow.
- Also on the day after and the the after that.
- Until all eternity I'll be lonely.
- Nothing good happens.
- The sun rays don't touch me.
- The morning will not end.
- If the noon doesn't come there's no point to anything.
- [next page]
- Why do I live at all?
- The morning with nothing but dreams has no point.
- If there doesn't arrive another beautiful moment...
- Life has no point.
- I want to live but to what avail?
- What view... do I want.. in front of my eyes?
- How a dream stays a dream, so will be today, will be tomorrow,
- will in all eternity,
- will in all eternity,
- will in all eternity, all eternity, the noon...
- [next page]
- never come again.
- [additional black page follows to cover entire spread]
- [formatting returns to normal diary format, colors revert as well]
- ---A very sunny day, warm breeze---
- Today a letter arrived.
- After a long time I write a proper diary entry again. There also was a wonderful young man with golden hair and blue eyes just
- like Violet and he brought me a letter from Taylor. He is a mailman at the C.H.-Postoffice, in which Violet Evergarden is also employed.
- I haven't written her a letter for so long but she still remembers me, my little sister and we were always close to her heart.
- Taylor apparently escaped the orphanage all on her own. I was shocked. She has grown up enough to pull off such a plan on her own.
- Ah, I ask myself, after whom does she take with this reckless action? Possibly after me?
- I do not know, what I should do, I do not know what, I should do. How happy it made me that she looked for me. That she wrote a
- letter to me. That she wants to see me. I would not have thought that I will experience something this beautiful again in my life.
- And now I know what I must do. I write here under tears.
- The drops leave traces on the paper. Will she visit me one day when she is more grown up?
- Somehow it feels as if the time until today stood still. There can happen wonderful things after all. After I have spent my days
- so still and motionless. After my heart was bursting. After I was about to give up my body. Oh woe! Gosh! But now I know...
- As long as you just live, the noon will come again.
- Right, Taylor?
- [next page]
- With time I get older and the world changes.
- In front of my eyes, which for a long time have viewed everything with a cold gaze, the colors change. And bit by bit there will
- be more and more things that mean something to me, as well as those I do not care about. But I will take all that upon me and live.
- Live, live, live.
- If I continue living, the day will surely come. [Probably new entry but not marked as such, just left it as is]
- Today is the day on which the person I am so familiar with finishes her vocational training in the company my most beloved works
- and begins to work on her own after she is already called "Luck bringing Mailwoman" by everyone. Apparently "he" was it who
- ordered for her to deliver my mail. I am so grateful to him.
- I will be in his debt my entire life. I wish I could show my gratitude somehow.
- Since I received the message from him I could not wait and already stood outside since the early morning.
- On a peaceful spring morning. It was quite cold and so I wrapped a scarf around me and waited impatiently.
- Waited for my fate on the backside of the estate.
- Next to my Violet-chan there is only one other person in the world for whom I would wait for all eternity. I look at the unchanged
- nature until I finally get a glimpse at your figure a bit later. How tall and beautiful you have become. How you sit splendidly
- on your motorcycle.
- Ah you have truly become beautiful.
- So tall and strong.
- You know I've hear the stories. That in the beginning you could not even remember the street names. That you still get scolded
- for your messy handwriting. I bet your bad habit of not eating your vegetables still persists until today. Is there somebody you
- have fallen in love with? Tell me of your travels that you took with your friends.
- You do not need to walk so hastily towards me. I will not go away. I cannot leave here. That's why it's okay if you approach me
- very slow and calm. You have come the entire way to see me. I am very grateful to you. I have waited for so long.
- Then you speak to me with a smile so radiant like the sun:
- "Here is you mail, Mrs I..."
- She almost called me Isabella but shakes her head and corrects herself.
- "Here is your mail, Miss Amy Bartlett."
- With shaking hands I sign that I have received the mail. While I do so, as I expected, I start crying.
- "...you aren't allowed to cry, [insert English translation for neenee]."
- She said with a cute voice that tickles in the ears. Then we both took each others hand.
- "Yes, but you... you have become so incredibly tall and I am so happy..."
- Oh, dear god.
- "From now on I will always be responsible for your mail. I will be forever, forever be your and only your mailwoman."
- Until now I only ever complained and scolded.
- "... Yes, I am so happy."
- But today I want to thank you. Dear god, I will...
- "Taylor, tell..."
- [next page]
- I want to live a little longer because the
- world, in which this girl lives, is so important to me.
- [Booklet ends here, backside is empty]
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