Dear Diary,

Angelica is getting worse. My dear Percy and I grow in concern with each sleepless night we receive. She is crying almost nightly now. The two of us take turns tending to her. It's confusing; Her screams are full of fear, but her eyes are blank. Completely blank. I suspect she may have a case of melancholy. Percy doesn't know what to do, nor does he offer me his opinion on her lack of emotion.

If she does not get better, I know it may be best to send her off. But she's so young! And it's natural to fall into grief. As long as it's temporary, she should be fine. This is what I tell sweet Percy. He mostly dismisses me, refusing to talk. He instead works himself like the devil, assuming he's not peering at Mr. Thompson from across the porch steps. I am not sure what to make of this.

Oh, how I wish Percy would confide in me! I have fancied him for some time now. He is a fine man with a good face. Oh, how we could help each other, care for one another. I only pray that he would grant me just a single chance to win him over. I understand that most men do not desire a woman such as myself; I am older, almost thirty. And I have chosen to study animalcules over housework. But I know we could be happy together. He just needs to give me a chance! I could bear his children, comfort him night and day. 

Perhaps then he would stop the incessant letter writing. I know none of his living relatives. And, as a quiet, reserved character, he has few friends. He spends most of his time working. Who could he be writing to? Maybe he is like I, recording his thoughts in a diary. Still, this does not explain the stamps and envelopes.

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Green in your eye,

Our steps in sync,

Our hearts we shall tie,

Finishing our eternal link.

How I wish you were mine,

You sit on my hearts' throne.

Save me from darknesses time,

The creaking in our home.

Why is it so loud...?

Even at night?

Hold me, my love,

My mind is lit with fright.

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