Meredith Perenais’s Journal

February 12, 1985


I know that he still loves me; I can see it behind the stillness in his eyes. But something has changed in him. He’s locked inside himself. With every carving, he goes further away from me. And yet, he can’t stop. It’s his passion. His secret heart.

The knives have stolen his soul. I gave him the gift that made him the Pumpkin Man, but in releasing those shapes, he loses himself. Sometimes the power goes in directions you can never imagine or control. My gift may not have been a gift at all, but a curse.

I can’t reach him anymore. Maybe we’re both lost.

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