Oh if you had any idea what I've been doing for the last hour or so, you'd be so angry with me. I can hear the lecture now about being reckless and how the streets are dangerous, but I had to get out and go somewhere that wasn't my own bedroom. Our garden isn't quite the same without you, but it was finally nice to feel a little relaxed, in a place that is unequivocally ours. I worry I'm going to wear down the designs on my locket with how much I've been running my fingers over it. I wish I'd thought to ask for a picture to put inside before you'd left.

I'm exhausted but can't sleep, it's incredibly frustrating. Every time I close my eyes I just have these awful dreams. I wonder if I could get my hands on a dreamless sleep potion. I hope it doesn't come back to that, but even after reading and wandering I'm still not in a place where I can get some deep sleep. What is equally as frustrating is not being able to place why I'm so worried. You're not even that far away, in a town I likely have friends in, but the fog started there, so it must have originated from there. Between the darkness and the toads and the locusts, I'm just not convinced there's a darker meaning here.

Maybe I'm overthinking it, maybe I'm just hypersensitive to it because everything came to such a dramatic high before you left, I don't know. Just please come back to me. I can't stand the thought of losing someone else I love to the unknown.