17 June 1981: As Kat Kirke
They found a body today. No promises, but they think it's Chris Summers.
Eliza was halfway through teaching me how to develop film and tricks in doing it but her memory was completely shot so she taught me two separate lessons twice, I let her, so I had enough knowledge to develop the non-work rolls I found in her flat.
This is the Caban-coch Reservoir in Wales, she has other pictures of it because she feels called to it, that and we went there once.
Bryce Summers, who she adores.
Me. I don't know how much film she's wasted on me over the years. Too much.
Susan. There need to be more pictures of her, she's just beautiful, isn't she?
Tess, who she's really become fond of recently. There's quite a few of her, not that Tess Summers is a stranger to the camera, but they're very different than calendar girl things. Like this.
Chris. There's a tonne of pictures of him she had hidden away. I liked him, he was sweet, a nice kid, decent, clever enough, and he really loved Eliza. I was wrong to think she was rushing into marrying him, because she obviously loved him back. There's a whole pile of pictures and every single one of them has the two of them exchanging a look through the camera like they never want to look away.
There's others, some I overdeveloped, some I don't think I developed to the quality that Eliza's work deserves. She got her first good camera when she was ten and she burned through all of her allowance within a few days, spent it all on film, taking silly pictures of anything. She never stopped taking pictures. It really was her life.
Happy birthday, Jake. I'm sorry.
I feel like a piece of my heart or my brain was cut out weeks back and I've been bleeding everywhere, and now I'm just dead, but I'm not going to die, I'm going to be here until the Death Eaters kill me too, but that can't come as soon as I want it. She's dead and the longest I went without her was four years where we weren't at Hogwarts together and even then we had Hogsmeade and loads of owls, I loved her from the minute I saw her and now we're both dead, but I'm stuck here to watch everyone else die, too.
At least if they're both dead they won't have to live without each other.
I can't live alone anymore. Every morning since she disappeared I drink my coffee and wait for her to show up with the pastries from that bakery she loves and babble at me about whatever's going on and
I can't talk about this anymore.
I wish I didn't still have hope.
Eliza was halfway through teaching me how to develop film and tricks in doing it but her memory was completely shot so she taught me two separate lessons twice, I let her, so I had enough knowledge to develop the non-work rolls I found in her flat.
This is the Caban-coch Reservoir in Wales, she has other pictures of it because she feels called to it, that and we went there once.
Bryce Summers, who she adores.
Me. I don't know how much film she's wasted on me over the years. Too much.
Susan. There need to be more pictures of her, she's just beautiful, isn't she?
Tess, who she's really become fond of recently. There's quite a few of her, not that Tess Summers is a stranger to the camera, but they're very different than calendar girl things. Like this.
Chris. There's a tonne of pictures of him she had hidden away. I liked him, he was sweet, a nice kid, decent, clever enough, and he really loved Eliza. I was wrong to think she was rushing into marrying him, because she obviously loved him back. There's a whole pile of pictures and every single one of them has the two of them exchanging a look through the camera like they never want to look away.
There's others, some I overdeveloped, some I don't think I developed to the quality that Eliza's work deserves. She got her first good camera when she was ten and she burned through all of her allowance within a few days, spent it all on film, taking silly pictures of anything. She never stopped taking pictures. It really was her life.
Happy birthday, Jake. I'm sorry.
I feel like a piece of my heart or my brain was cut out weeks back and I've been bleeding everywhere, and now I'm just dead, but I'm not going to die, I'm going to be here until the Death Eaters kill me too, but that can't come as soon as I want it. She's dead and the longest I went without her was four years where we weren't at Hogwarts together and even then we had Hogsmeade and loads of owls, I loved her from the minute I saw her and now we're both dead, but I'm stuck here to watch everyone else die, too.
At least if they're both dead they won't have to live without each other.
I can't live alone anymore. Every morning since she disappeared I drink my coffee and wait for her to show up with the pastries from that bakery she loves and babble at me about whatever's going on and
I can't talk about this anymore.
I wish I didn't still have hope.