Dear diary, it has been over two years since I married my beloved, and in those two years I’ve come to realize two things: I was completely unprepared for his rage, and I have fallen in love with the idea of being a housewife.
You’re probably asking: what do you mean? Well, let me start from the beginning, two years ago I saw him, hammering away at a piece of steel, with nothing but his smock and his rosary. Of course, I couldn’t see his face at the time because he was wearing his welding mask. When I went to meet him, he didn’t seem to notice me at all, which at first felt rude, but I guess he was just too caught up with work on his latest project.
Now, for the burning question, what about his rage? Well, it’s not as bad as people think it is, he’s usually very quiet, unless he is upset; I only remember one time when he was upset, he got so angry he went quiet, it was at that moment that made me stop him from murdering a man and committing sin, but, I would do it again in a heartbeat because I loved him; I still love him to this day, and I will love him until the end.
I have to go now, time to put in some charms work on the new saber, I swear, sometimes, if I didn’t feed him, he wouldn’t eat and focus on his projects all day, goodbye for now.
-Fleur Blackheart
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