Changes in All

~Chapter 21-22~

I woke up today to Victor's cries. It scared me to death. For a moment I thought the creature had found us and was killing Victor. When I rushed into his room, I realized with relief that Victor was just dreaming. After I woke him up, I noticed a bottle of laudanum. I'm afraid he'll become dependant on that drug. I might mess with his mind. I gotta get him off that thing.

We are in Paris. I wanted to keep going, but Victor wasn't looking so hot. I tried to get him involved with the people there. I don't know why I thought that would work. Instead, he seemed to hide deeper into himself. As I thought, he is still wallowing in the pain of the guilt. He blames himself for everyone's death. I keep giving him a chance to explain himself, to maybe unload some of his burden on to my shoulders. But he refuses to share his own feelings. I don't want to tell him what I know for fear that he'll hate me for intruding on his privacy. But maybe I will tell him all I know so that he will stop feeling alone. I sent Elizabeth a letter about Victor's well-being so she will stop worring. She keeps worrying about Victors fedelity and whether he still loves her. I keep assuring her, but she finally wrote to Victor to hear first hand. He kept re-reading the letter, which confirms what I told Elizabeth. He wrote back already. The night grows late. We depart for home tomorrow.

We are back home. It feels so good to be home. Tomorrow is the wedding day! Victor and Elizabeth's reunion was sweet to watch. His change at being home is for the better. Yet, something doesn't feel right. It is as if though Victor's past feelings of guilt have just been set aside but not burned and buried. I hope I am wrong and Victor's happiness is genuine. Elizabeth has also been sort of weird. But maybe its just "bride diffidence". Hopefully she's not getting cold feet all of a sudden. I will drag them to the altar and marry them myself if either of them postpone this wedding again! All this hustle and bustle has lifted my spirits but has made me teird. I must retire to bed now.