Randall
3rd November 1895
Dear Diary,
A month has ended and there is still no sign of my precious Randall! He has sent me daily letters each as impassioned as the next. But the most recent has took a bitter twist, saying he did not return as an illness has belated him. A heavy cold accompanied by fever has seized him to his bed. He hoped it would be over and he would rejoin her in a week. Hopefully this was only a minor set back as I have waited patently for him to return and un-break my heart, though I have an inkling that I will never see him again, I only hope that this is not the case.
Dorothea
20th November 1895
Dear Dairy,
I have being hit by a stubborn cold that has not seemed to surrender. It seems to have a persisted grasp. Yet my physician has promised to have me on my feet in a fortnight, I know Dorothea would have hastened to my bedside if her parents permitted. I crave for her to be my side and for her lips and natural scent to guide me through this appalling sickness and pain. I have not written to Dorothea as my energy has been sapped from this experience. If only she was here I know I would be happy even in such dreadful pain.
Randall
7th December 1895
Dear Diary,
A second month has gone by and Randall has not been writing to me in daily episode s like he used to. He seems to have good and bad days. I have read his emotional letters and it brings great grief as he is preparing me for the worst that his appearance would be altered greatly and she’d hardly know him. When I seen him I didn’t know what to assume as there was a vast contrast in his appearance. He had taken a hideous transformation from his good looks and manly strength. And what transformation had I gone for contemplating him? The lips that kissed me before so hungrily and that I’ve longed for are now dry and parched. I am shocked as his features are pinched; his eyes are sunken, skin waxy and his clothes hung loosely upon his wasted frame. I am sad, as this was not man I had planned to marry. There are no long passionate luxurious kisses or no deep conversations just long silence, never before was there silence!
Dorothea
7th December 1895
Dear Diary,
I am ever so happy that I have my darling Dorothea back with me but I see a great change in her. She seems more hesitant towards me but I’m sure this is because of the long absence. I want to be with Dorothea and I want us to get married as soon as possible so I can hold her forever in my arms. All I possess and what fortune I have my dearest Dorothea will be hers if the worst becomes reality.
Randall
8th December 1895
Dear Diary,
Randall presented his hand in marriage offering me all his fortune but I had to resist, as I believe he won’t live much longer. Randall went out and I watched him enter the carriage I saw him fall helpless and exhausted, as he had sunk on the sofa earlier. No one was present in the house and many emotion s ran through my head about should I squander the rest of my live with Randall or enjoy the rest of my life on my own. Then I walked out with my heart racing and body sweating but I felt liberated and patriotic. Where I am going? I do not know and don’t care!!
Dorothea
12th December 1895
Dear Diary,
My darling Dorothea has abandoned me on my deathbed. I offered her everything I had and she deserted me. My heart is once again broken and who could blame her as who would want such a hideous creature? I haven’t much to live for and maybe id be better of dead!! But now I can only dream about my lovely Dorothea. I can still taste her lips, smell of her perfume and I will never forget the thing I loved must bout her and that’s her beautiful eyes
Randall
