This is what Charlotte writes.

11.08.07

I had thought it was for always, für immer, us together, you and me.
Until you said we must wake up to the real world, their world.
And so now we stand together at the end of our world.
Here the dark is at once empty and at once suffocating.
You brought us here, it’s your fault, I love you.
“Look at me,” you plead, but I do not.
I can’t face the pain in your eyes.
I don’t try to keep from crying.
“I’m sorry,” hardly more than whispered.
You let my hand go.
And you say good-bye.
Then you’re gone.
I am.
Alone.