Ianthe's Diary

16 October
''Ah! The Autumn is ever so beautiful. The brilliant scarlets of the leaves, the chill of the wind-- I wish it would never end. I have drank a glass of red wine, and contemplated my future, sitting on the windowsill of my room. Will may days some-day come to an end? Or will they continue on, never-ending? Will I regret what I do now? Will I do things far worse? God, I wish I could know.''