Private Journal Entry
I was getting some things from my trunk and found a few of the letters Siri sent me over the summer. I sat on my bed and reread one again. I know I am 16, but these feelings are huge and frightening. I feel my chest tighten a little and my stomach did the butterfly thing when I re-read it.
Rem,
I miss you and hate it here. I will be going to James' house early this year. I will be happy next summer when I can go there instead of here.
There are so many things I want to say, but I am not as clever at words as you are.
Did you know that black is all the colours mixed together? Did you know it is the absence of light? That's how I feel right now. You are far away and I have no light. You are the colour and I can't see it. I try to remember the blue, green and gray of your eyes. The gold in your hair. That rose colour your lips turn when I kiss you.
Sometimes, late at night I talk to you. I tell you about my day, you curl around me and sigh my name. You tell me everything will be alright.
I know you will write back to me as soon as you read it. I trust that. I count on it.
Love,
Siri
I fold it back up and tuck it away. It is among my treasured things. When I feel sad or anxious about the phase of the moon, it makes me feel that I have to be human. Someone loves me and that's wonderful. My parents love me, but Sirius loves me.