XII. 3 April, 1980
Warded Private.

Merlin, I hope she's okay. I wish I didn't have to be here at work, I'd rather go to the hospital and see if she's okay. Or go home and make sure my parents are okay and assure them that I am. Instead, I'm sitting here in dry storage on my break, checking my journal constantly to see if there's any more word.

And I can only thank Merlin that we have that area set up inside the entryway of the restaurant for apparation now, so I don't even have to step foot outside to get home.

Why did sh-

How--

I don't even know what to say or think or feel.

Except that

I need to say something to Paul. After talking to Greta yesterday, and this happening to Mere tonight, and everything else that's been happening, I can't--

I should tell him. And even if he doesn't feel the same, at least he'd know. And if he doesn't feel the same, at least I can try to move on.

End Ward.

Warded to Paul Zeller.

My friend Meredith was attacked by vampires tonight. We're still waiting to hear back on how she's doing, but it got me to thinking that there's something I need to tell you and I don't want to just keep waiting until it's too late, just because I'm afraid of what you would think.


I   like you, Paul. More than as a boss. More than as a friend. I like you a lot, and I have for  a while. Pretty much since I started working at the clinic.

And I just .. wanted to say something. Before it was too late. And I'm sorry for just writing it in my journal instead of saying it to you in person, but I don't think I could bear to tell you in person if you would then have to tell me that you don't feel the same.

End Ward.