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London, 2007
Hello, it's Alexander Roman Goldsmith. Ellie said I should write down my feelings because I don't want to talk to anyone about them, or about my feelings for him. It's been a while since I've written in a diary. Haven't written in one since Samuel stole my diary in Oakhurst and figured out what I was. What I did. It was so long ago I was turned. So long ago I was with Ezren. 1379 years to be exact, yet despite him being my husband, even after I killed people for him, I don't seem to mourn. I don't feel as much pain as I did in Oakhurst, infact I think I'm happier? It's hard to tell, after all I only really started feeling emotions around 120 years ago in Oakhurst in 1888. Feeling emotions after being numb for so long is such a strange feeling. I've opened a café, it's with Ellie and Evelyn. It's quite nice. John lives with us too, he had to change his name to be able to get another doctors license since apparently having your name in the system from 1888 is strange? I don't know I'm not a doctor. I don't really know our friendship status, not that it matters since even if I hated them John is the last thing I have left of him. I feel bad even writing his name, I don't feel like I deserve to say it so I won't.