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Dear Diary,

Today was L’s funeral. It was hard. Sad, even.

But Gods don’t cry.

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Dear Diary,

Today was L’s birthday. It was hard. Sad, even. It brought back memories.

But Gods don’t reminisce.

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Dear Diary,

Today was the anniversary of the day I met L. It was hard. Sad, even. It brought back memories. It made me wonder if I’ve done the right thing.

But Gods don’t regret.

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Dear Diary,

Today was Valentines’ day. It was hard. Sad, even. It brought back memories. It made me wonder if I’ve done the right thing. It made me think about all the things I should’ve said to L.

But Gods don’t know what affection is.

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Dear Diary,

Today was my birthday. It was hard. Sad, even. It brought back memories. It made me wonder if I’ve done the right thing. It made me think about all the things I should’ve said to L. It made me wonder what my life will be like in another ten years.

But Gods don’t get scared.

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Dear Diary,

Today was the anniversary of L’s death. It was hard. Sad, even. It brought back memories. It made me wonder if I’ve done the right thing. It made me think about all the things I should’ve said to L. It made me wonder what my life will be like in another ten years. I felt sorry for L; he didn’t really deserve to die, after all.

But Gods don’t sympathize with those who stand in the way of Justice.

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Dear Diary,

Today I visited L’s grave. It was hard. Sad, even. It brought back memories. It made me wonder if I’ve done the right thing. It made me think about all the things I should’ve said to L. It made me wonder what my life will be like in another ten years. I felt sorry for L; he didn’t really deserve to die, after all. Seeing his grave, it made me realize how much I really missed him.

But Gods don’t miss people.

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Dear Diary,

Today I realized something about L. He makes me cry. He makes me reminisce. He makes me regret. He held my affections. He scares me. I feel sympathy for him. And I miss him; I miss him a lot.

But I’m a God, and Gods don’t feel human emotions.

So today is the last day I will ever think about L.

A/N: This was just a short drabble I had stuck in my mind. Anyway, review if you can be bothered!