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Rodolphus' Journal (VI) - Tuesday, 6 July 1999
[Hexed to appear private to self, but Hannah will be able to read, as well as Bella]
*audio on, voice quiet, rough, strangely broken-sounding*
I listen to that entry over and over and I find myself asking why? She is my wife, he led her astray when all her hope for my very existence was gone and he deserved to pay. Yet why did I gain such pleasure from it?

I am a sick man, yet if I were truly sick, I would not feel the things I feel now. I would not be able to look upon myself in the mirror and know that the face I see is one of a monster. Within me is both that illness that destroys my very soul, and a conscience which is abused in its every attempt to try and save the same soul. It must be my curse, to love and hate, to kill and feel guilt, to be strong yet so very weak.

Someone help me. Kill me. Save me. But help me.
[/Hexed]

(( *whimpers*
ETA: Bella/Roddy exchange now RP with smut. ))


[ORIGINAL ENTRY WITH COMMENTS HERE ON GJ]