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Entry #D-3: "Day"


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I used to never dream, but now, I can't stop.

Maybe I was thinking about Dorian's angel, or something like that, but last night when I slept next to Blythe I could swear that I saw one of my own.

She looked just like Blythe, a girl-child around Poppy's age. She wore a white dress and had long, sleek hair... and gray eyes just like mine. She watched us as we slept... and even though she didn't say a word, she told me with those eyes that we'd be safe. Because, years from now, her existence will depend on us...?

And then Light was back. This time, he was wearing the uniform of a German Waffen SS captain, looking smart and polished and severe. He had a black pistol, and he tried to kill her. She was elusive and graceful, but malice can even trap starlight when it has a mind. I knew that it was only a matter of time before he struck her down, and so I seized him around the neck... and then Blythe was lifeless in my arms.

I woke chilled and trembling, but Blythe's soft breathing reassured me. I held her closer, because I had to hear her heartbeat and feel the warmth of her skin to know that the nightmare had not come true.

I'm very confused. I should try to eat a healthier diet, perhaps... I hear that it is common, to dream horrible things when you love someone and worry for them.