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I never thought I would be writing in this diary again. It's been months since I last poured my thoughts out on these pages. But today, something happened that shook me to my core. Viola, the love of my life, the one person who truly understood me, is gone. She didn't die as a villain, but as a hero. Saving the city she loved so much.

I remember the last time I saw her, the day we broke up. I was too proud to apologize, too stubborn to admit my faults. And now, she's gone, and I never got the chance to tell her how sorry I was. I miss her more than words can express. I miss her laughter, her smile, her warmth.

I wish I could've done something to save her. I wish I could've been there by her side, fighting alongside her. But I let my ego get in the way, and now I have to live with the regret of not being there for her when she needed me the most.

Viola was the light in my darkness, the one who saw through my tough exterior and understood the pain and loneliness I carried inside. She was my anchor, my rock, and now that she's gone, I feel lost, adrift in a sea of emotions I can't control.

I know I have to be strong, to carry on her legacy, to honor her memory. But it's so hard when all I want to do is curl up and pretend this nightmare isn't real. I miss her, every fiber of my being yearns for her presence, for her touch, for her love.

I don't know how to move on from this. I don't know if I ever will. But I do know one thing - I will never forget her, never stop loving her, never stop wishing I could turn back time and make things right.

Viola, wherever you are, know that I love you, and I always will. You were my everything, and I will carry you with me for the rest of my days. Goodbye, my love. Until we meet again.