1/24/23
I'll keep this short. My name is Irene Aria Calla. My name is also Irene Aria Kelly.
I am not the wife of Jonathan Kelly, nor will I ever be. That monster will never be my husband, and I will never claim him to be. I have never loved him. I have never loved anything or anyone. He is poison. He is everything I have fought against. I will never be his.
All of my words are empty, and meaningless to you. They are the same to me. My life and tales are a lie. Nothing will ever be true, not in this psychological warfare we like to call love, and life.
I am nothing but a ghost. There are no records of me. There will never be any records of me. My mother kept my birth certificate, and I am the one who destroyed it.
This is the only record I keep. That is all they will ever need to know about me. I will confide the safe information in my trustees, and the rest of it shall be in you.
None of this will ever see the light of day. Even as I write this, there is no light. Only the darkness of the night sky. That is how this will stay.
No one knows the real story. No one will ever know the real story. I will keep it until my final day on this planet we call the Earth.
The truth is inquisitive. The truth is a temporary feature.
Everything is temporary.
I often muse about that fact, just a passing thought. Nothing is forever, in the end. Even the most stable of things is temporary. Or so it seems, one should think.
Anna was temporary. But..she should've lasted longer. I loved her. I think I loved her. I don't know what love is, but I think she made me feel it. She made me feel more than I ever have.
You see now, why I can never let anyone know of this. They would kill me, let alone imprison me.
I must go. Jonathan is coming upstairs
ns 18.68.41.141da2
