Dear Diary,
I don't know what's wrong with myself. It's been so long since I've had such cunning and elusive company. Raito makes me think much more deeply than anyone ever has. Every conversation is like a constant battle to uncover what's underneath his skin. I can't seem to get in to his thoughts. To have a suspect completely under my surveillance like this and to be simultaneously unable to decode his thoughts and words drives me mad. To make matters worse, I just can't think straight with him near me all the time.
Regarding the previously mentioned living arrangements, everything has been going according to plan. Well, everything except for the bed. Last night, Raito fell between the crack of the two beds and got his leg caught. Needless to say, we've switch to get a bigger bed that we will be sharing.
I carry the key to the handcuffs in my pocket, so bathing hasn't been much of a problem. Neither is changing in the mornings.
Misa dropped by the other day. It's something I'd rather not think about.
Sadly, there is nothing much to report. I haven't been able to call the House in a long time. No need for Raito to be informed of Near, Mello, and Matt. Or even of the House for that matter.
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 minikimii · Sun Jul 27, 2008 @ 11:44pm · 0 Comments |
