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Dante.

I see that you write a diary of your own.

<…….>

<I wouldn't call it a diary. It's not like I write down records of daily events in here...>

That counts as a diary still.

It is a record of your life.

<Then... I suppose it is.>

<Catherine.>

Just before the break of dawn, during the quietest hours of the day... I would write in my diary.

Especially on days when I suffered from fevers. I could not bear to keep going without vomiting every fault of mine on a piece of paper.

I was always honest with my diary.

But...

It seems that I could never be honest otherwise.

While I hid my true feelings from the ones I loved... while I refused to communicate... I became angry at those who couldn't understand me.

Heathcliff shall never know.

He will never know how much I...

How much I...

No. I must know.

Heathcliff? How did you...?

I needed a lot of courage to get here.

Catherine.

It's all so easy for you. For you to topple me...

For you to ground me up to oblivion.

I was so happy whenever you came to visit me. A single glance from you in my direction could brighten my entire day. You were almost like a calamity.

And I have always, always...

... always loved that very calamity that swept over me like the tempest, Catherine.

…….

Thank you. For having the courage.

Finally, our hearts...

... are no longer broken.

Dante. May I borrow your diary for a moment?

The Golden Bough has far more impressive powers than any of us could have ever imagined.

<What powers...?>

It has been bringing your own wishes to reality, has it not?

So...

The key to my Heathcliff's happiness...

…….

... is in your diary.

So I...

... looked down at the screen of the device I carried. Something I used to think was nothing but a tool to record things.

Thank you so much for being the first one to talk.

I don't love every Heathcliff in every world.

I love you. As you are now.