Juliet Douglas

With the upcoming storm I've been forced to find a place to stay closer to the city. I found a nice small hotel, which certainly feels comfortable. Although it won't make up for the lack of fresh sea breeze when I'm drinking my morning tea.
The beach is always so quiet early in the morning... and I like having the time to think. Even if some of my thoughts of late have been rather- well... disturbing. I've never really felt any desire to have children, and I know that I haven't had any children myself so why is it that now I've begun thinking about them?
The doctors have always been perplexed by my amnesia. The fact that I don't recall having a childhood, or much before these past few years. Perhaps... I was a teacher to some of the children that flash in my memories. I certainly couldn't have had so many, myself.

Either way, I much prefer being in business. I like the quiet solitude, personally. Maybe this is a preference I've only recently acquired.
It's time to start packing for my trip, I'll be away until the storm ends so I'll have to make sure to include enough of everything.

There's this boy that works at the book store. He's always in the occult and science sections, constantly taking notes on things. Sometimes when I'm there I can't help but watch him... get so absorbed he wouldn't even realize that someone was standing right behind him. It's intriguing to see, really.... and the fact that he works there- shouldn't he be paying more attention to the customers and getting some actual work done? Hm.
When one of the other employees asked me if I needed help finding anything I nearly jumped in surprise.


Well, girls are always such a fountain of information. I found out that his name is Edward and he recently moved out of an orphanage - but he's worked at this book store now for three years.
Such a young age to start working... I wonder why he's not in school, instead.
Apparently, he's only fifteen and quite obsessed with this thing called 'alchemy.'

I've no idea what that is, but the word leaves a foul taste in my mouth.

He seems so... familiar.
I think next time I visit the book store I'll have to speak with him about his interest in alchemy. I've never seen such passion and devotion to one thing before.

For now... I think a glass of water and a nap will do.