A happy young bride.

This is part of that 'therapy', as the Tauren called it, writing what I remember. Even if I don't want to remember it or relive it. She said it's the only way to find peace. I disagree, the only way to find peace is revenge, but I didn't tell her that. I knew she would disagree, and spout something about life and fate and overcoming things and so forth. The usual priestly claptrap meant to soothe the ignorant when faced with the unexplainable.

I suppose there is a certain strange comfort in putting the words on a page, then reading. Even the worst things seem more detached.

( In the beginning. )