WARNING: Mentions of death ~June 21~1372~ I miss her so much. It's been a year since her death. Since those humans stole her from me. ~August 26~1429~ I still remember her. Her voice. Her touch. Her eyes that used to sparkle with life. So beautiful. I hate them. The humans. They are all dead by now. The ones who fled. The ones who couldn't see me coming but knew that I would. The others suffered. They didn't know the pain of losing the one who holds your soul. Like being torn apart. I made sure they knew my pain. In those precious moments before their deaths I made sure they saw everyone they loved stolen from them. Before I tore them to shreds. I miss her. ~March 10~1857~ They say the first thing you forget is their voice. After that comes the rest, until they become little more than a faceless stranger. The years have blurred my memories. I can barely remember her anymore. Sometimes I get the briefest of flashes. A feature. A sentence. Sometimes a whole memory. I try to hold on to these but they always escape me. I want to miss her. I really do. But I can't. I can't miss someone I no longer know. ~March 11~1857~ It's time to say goodbye to the man who clutches at his lost memories, begging every night to dream of her. Time to cast aside the hope of ever seeing her again. I am no longer Jongin. I am no longer that man who feels the harsh pang of misery when he sees a couple walking down the street. I am no longer the man who stands in the rain, shoulders slumped, as he reaches unconsciously for his lost love. No. I am not him. I am Kai. ~January 6~1900~ The humans celebrated the start of the new century with fireworks and parties. I celebrated the death of hundreds. All ripped limb from limb as the streets ran with blood. An entire town torn to pieces. It was in the newspaper today. They say that it was demons, come to claim the souls of those who had incurred the wrath of God. They didn't know just how right they were. ~October 25~ I tire of this world. These power hungry humans and their corrupted souls. So full of greed and hate. Even the most beautiful of them are ugly on the inside. I can tell. Their souls are black like tar. Slimy to touch and taste like charcoal. So u