Translation
Obscure Diary
All beginning
Hey: D
so here is the prologue of our new partner ff! we hope it is beautifully mysterious and poses many unsolvable puzzles ... yes, we really hope so! By the way, the prologue was written by me (the_lory), because hydrangea unfortunately had no time to write thanks to the exams :( we have not yet clarified how we will design the next chapter, i.e. from the point of view of writing, so let us surprise you! there are still a few love-chara inquiries that need to be clarified;)
glg your hydrangea & the_lory
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Wednesday November 12th 1979
My beloved diary,
The butterflies seem to be eating me up from within. It feels wonderful, but still a certain fear creeps up on me when I think of him. What am I afraid of? I've been asking myself this more and more recently, but I can't think of a logical answer ... Whatever the answer, I don't care at the moment, I'm happy! As happy as it has been in a long time! He is wonderful. He is a dream. I feel like in a dream. Everything shines. Everything sparkles. When he is with me, the evil in the world no longer exists. I hardly dare say it, but I just can't help it! I love this boy. I love him more than anything in the world! I love him ... But there is this unfathomable fear that threatens to eat me up from within. The other boy, maybe he's the answer to my unanswered question. Maybe ... It doesn't matter, I'm happy. I love him. Just him ...
A knock on the door made her startle. An involuntary grin spread across her face. She turned the dial on the radio back, put the pen aside, and closed the diary. This diary had changed her life. Often she had thought about whether the others felt the same way. Smiling, she danced to the door, the white paint gradually peeling off the wood. He knocked again, and she quickly turned the handle. The door was open. She smiled at him, he smiled back. Her heart skipped a moment. It sparkled. Beamed. An angel. Your angel.
The wind whistled its way around the sharp coast, drove the gray waves to the stony beach. Something of the deep green of the algae mingled under the white foam crowns. An everyday picture for the residents of the small coastal town, but one thing was different. In the semi-darkness of dusk the pale, bloated flesh emerged clearly from the dark background. The slender white fingers, curved into claws. Bruises crept under the once flawless skin. Dark, thick strands tickled her dead face. Two dark shapes turned silently from the cliff, ran towards the light. Silent. Composed.
so here is the prologue of our new partner ff! we hope it is beautifully mysterious and poses many unsolvable puzzles ... yes, we really hope so! By the way, the prologue was written by me (the_lory), because hydrangea unfortunately had no time to write thanks to the exams :( we have not yet clarified how we will design the next chapter, i.e. from the point of view of writing, so let us surprise you! there are still a few love-chara inquiries that need to be clarified;)
glg your hydrangea & the_lory
_______________________________________
Wednesday November 12th 1979
My beloved diary,
The butterflies seem to be eating me up from within. It feels wonderful, but still a certain fear creeps up on me when I think of him. What am I afraid of? I've been asking myself this more and more recently, but I can't think of a logical answer ... Whatever the answer, I don't care at the moment, I'm happy! As happy as it has been in a long time! He is wonderful. He is a dream. I feel like in a dream. Everything shines. Everything sparkles. When he is with me, the evil in the world no longer exists. I hardly dare say it, but I just can't help it! I love this boy. I love him more than anything in the world! I love him ... But there is this unfathomable fear that threatens to eat me up from within. The other boy, maybe he's the answer to my unanswered question. Maybe ... It doesn't matter, I'm happy. I love him. Just him ...
A knock on the door made her startle. An involuntary grin spread across her face. She turned the dial on the radio back, put the pen aside, and closed the diary. This diary had changed her life. Often she had thought about whether the others felt the same way. Smiling, she danced to the door, the white paint gradually peeling off the wood. He knocked again, and she quickly turned the handle. The door was open. She smiled at him, he smiled back. Her heart skipped a moment. It sparkled. Beamed. An angel. Your angel.
The wind whistled its way around the sharp coast, drove the gray waves to the stony beach. Something of the deep green of the algae mingled under the white foam crowns. An everyday picture for the residents of the small coastal town, but one thing was different. In the semi-darkness of dusk the pale, bloated flesh emerged clearly from the dark background. The slender white fingers, curved into claws. Bruises crept under the once flawless skin. Dark, thick strands tickled her dead face. Two dark shapes turned silently from the cliff, ran towards the light. Silent. Composed.