NOTES: A short one this month. Movie, takes place after the end. Good luckins!

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I don't know what I would have done if I couldn't find him again. Wandered around forever, maybe. I'm glad I won't have to find out. It was hard to track him down, but I managed it.

We both know that we're in love with each other, I think, but neither one of us wants to admit it. We don't want to say anything because if we're not successful then he could be gone. And it would hurt so much if we were actually committed. So we'll wait until he's out of the danger zone and then...

Sometimes I wonder if perhaps that's not the only reason that he's not saying anything to me. He's a pretty secretive guy. Is there something else? Could it be he really doesn't want me?

I shouldn't be this insecure about it really. He tried to leave me to keep me safe. That implies some measure of feeling, I suppose. He knows that I'm in love with him because I tracked him down again.

And I am in love with him. I don't know when it started, but I have for a long time. I think I first realized it when he left, but it started long before that. If I hadn't, I don't think I ever would have gone through what I did for him.

So here we are. Playing the waiting game. I can only hope that we'll be able to end this soon. I don't know how much longer I can take this. I'm torn between wanting to jump him and this insipid horror at seeing how every day he gets just a bit weaker, just a bit more withdrawn.

It hurts me, but I can't leave. I have to see this through. Have to make sure he's okay.

Because I love him. And I will help save him.