From the Private, Personal Diary of Noelle Frost

Dear Diary -

It's getting easier, I think. Easier to get through each day without feeling like my heart's been torn out. Easier to do the work that I have to do without feeling like I want to give up and just stay at home, in bed. Easier to flirt again.

Which I've been doing. And it helps. That someone feels that way about me -- I'm not ready to name names, not even here, Diary -- it helps fill that hole in my chest where my heart used to be. He's so good to me, so gentle... And even when it's different, when it's just physical... I have to admit, Diary, I'm not that demure little girl that arrived in Paragon City from the Arctic Circle anymore. I've made a choice with someone, and I'm sticking to it.

I don't... I mean... *something is crossed out*

I'm not going to pin all my hopes on any one person again, not now. And so I'm... maybe dating isn't the right word for it, but I'm seeing people. Plural. Being seen by them. And I'm dealing with that. And there's a world of other issues there to deal with, but I'll get to that eventually. I guess.

Back out to work again,
N.