Chapter 809

In a moment of utter silence, the room felt as if it were a vacuum, and Jareth could hear nothing but the thudding of his own heart.

The journal in his hands was yellowed with age, a testament to the many years Lily had poured her soul into it.

With trembling fingers, Jareth carefully turned the first page.

Lily had never had much formal education, but having grown up by Jareth's side, her handwriting was firm, with a masculine strength that somehow resembled his

own.

In fact, the script bore a striking seven-tenths resemblance to Jareth's penmanship, a style that had been meticulously taught to him by his father. Being the constant shadow to Jareth, Lily naturally came under his influence.

Or perhaps she was so filled with thoughts of him that she couldn't help but mimic his handwriting, trying to bridge the distance between them in this way.

Lily didn't write every day, but what she did record were moments she deemed worthy of remembrance,

[Today, I followed Mr. Jareth to Mr. Fairhaven's funeral. With Mr. Fairhaven gone, the heavy burdens of the family now rest on Mr. Jareth's shoulders. The road ahead for Mr. Jareth will be arduous, but fear not, for I am here. Mr. Fairhaven, rest assured. Even if the sky were to fall, I would protect Mr. Jareth without a moment's hesitation.]

[These past few days, Mr. Jareth has been acting differently. He bursts into laughter over meals for no apparent reason. Could he be in love? Which lady has managed to unlock the tightly sealed doors of Mr. Jareth's heart? I am so curious to meet her.]

[Ms. Marilla is such a charming girl, truly worthy of my Master. He has such good taste!]

[Mr. Jareth, this is the fourteenth Thanksgiving I have spent by your side. I never understood the meaning of reunion before, but now that you have a wife, this holiday must hold a special significance for you. And for me, it has gained a special meaning too.]

[Mr. Jareth, the moon tonight is breathtaking. It's as beautiful and unspeakable as the love I hold for you.]

hands, clutching the diary, shook uncontrollably, and a heavy, sorrowful

from a newspaper, swam into his

an ancestral tribute. A young and dashing

him, was the young girl

a high ponytail, she lacked the mature beauty she would later possess, her round face still carrying traces

clear, the girl's gaze, as she looked up at the

was always watching over her young

never once returned her

me if I liked anyone and to tell you when I do, saying you'd

you around, asking if I ever thought about marriage. Truth is, I've been married

my sole wish in this world is to see you truly happy. Please, don't let

as his tears

had loved him, deeply and for so many

a fool, had been blissfully

all his heart, and knew all too well the agony

pain must Lily have endured, day after day, watching

could anyone bear such excruciating pain and still

How could there be such a stubborn

If there is another life," he gasped between tears, his voice a whisper. "If there is another life. I wish you

help of Thaddeus and Dean, all of

much-just

if the girl herself could

the pink diary remained clutched to

Fairhaven, this is

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