TWENTY FIVE.
Maria. I know she can't ever replace Mary. Even though they look so much alike, it still wouldn't be the same. I don't know why I... even care, because she isn't even real. I shouldn't be seeing her, especially not here.
Sometimes I still wonder if I'm just dreaming. Just been here so long, I start seeing things.
I miss Mary. I do. And I, can't be with her.
I'm... I'm forgetting her. Forgetting the memories of us. They're becoming blurrier in my mind, the longer I stay here. The longer I'm not with her. If it weren't for this picture...
That psychopath's on the loose again.
Maria. She isn't safe.
I don't know if I still care about her.
Or, if I can even protect her.
But when I hear her voice,
I just.