As usual, Rose was sad. It was a daily routine now. After all, the love of her life was dead. And he was actually the love of her life since that fairy said so. She didn't have any idea what to do with her life now.
Rose was starting to regret of asking that fairy to tell her who her soulmate was. Now she couldn't see any other boy the same way she saw Jay because he was definitely her only soulmate. Though, it might not make any difference - they were already so in love, after all.
'I'm only eighteen. How am I supposed to spend the rest of my life? Alone? Ugh. Depressing, right?' Rose protested inside her mind.
"Rose? Are you awake?" Nate repeated.
'Oh, right. He is still outside my door, eh? I forgot.' Rose's mind was getting more and more unfocused as each day passed and she had no idea why. It was probably also because of the fall.
You see, Rose had amnesia because she fell off the stairs; she couldn't take the fact that Jay was dead. Her tears were blurring her view, which made her lose her balance and fall.
Let's just say her life had been a total mess without Jay. Okay--her memory was still a bit hazy. Maybe that was because Jay gave her mercy and decided not to just spit all her memories into her mind because that would probably hurt so much.
"Rose!" Nate shouted impatiently.
'Why is he there? Why so impatient, though? I didn't hear him before,' Rose thought before shouting a come-in for him.
"Took nine minutes exactly for you to let me come in here, hmm? Why so long?" Nate asked.
Rose raised an eyebrow. "Nine?" As she remembered, he just called her name once just now.
"Ugh. Whatever. You might want to see this." Nate passed her a brown-ish book with a picture of Eiffel tower in its cover.
Raising an eyebrow, Rose asked, "What is this?" The book looked brand new, so she said, "You know, I already have many books. You don't have to buy me new ones just yet. Or is it some kind of late birthday present? Well, this is the lamest present ever-"
"Shut up, Rose!" Nate shook his head in disbelief. "Well, yeah, consider it a late birthday present. And if you think it's lame, well, you should know, don't judge a book by its cover. Okay?"
"Well, I mean the cover is nice and all, but-"
In frustation, Nate pushed the book into her hands and then slammed the door on her face. Rose could hear him stomping angrily and she could just almost imagine his grumpy face.
She raised an eyebrow and thought aloud, "What made him so angry?"
Then, Rose sat down on her bed and looked at the book in her hand. It was just a book - nothing interesting. But something about it made it feel as if the book alone was alive - or perhaps it held memories.
Rose shook her head at her own thoughts. No, that couldn't be. Never had she heard of a book that could hold memories. If there was any, she would have stored all her memories in that book right now.
Rose sighed and decided it was time to stop fighting with her own self and start reading right now. She didn't have all day. She would have a piano lesson in half an hour.
When she opened the book, she was greeted with an envelope. Certainly, there was a letter.
"Dear Rose,
This is Jay's dairy. I know, a diary is private and all, but Jay already told me to give it to you once he's gone, so here it is.
Now, there is a rule in reading the book. You may only read one entry a day. Hopefully, this book is hopeful for you to gain your memories of your relationship with Jay back, because it seems he is the only one you don't remember.
Lots of love,
Ann."
Of course. It was from Ann. Rose didn't know that much about her, but she remembered that the girl was pretty kind. She had never been a burden to Rose or anyone around them, and Rose didn't remember any bad memory about her other than the muffin incident.
Alright, let's open up~
Rose opened the first page and was shocked to be greeted by the large sign 'Jay's Diary.' It was pretty surprising that Jay had a diary. He was not the type to write one, according to her memory.
Just like the cover, the pages were also pretty brownish. She flipped to the next page.
"September 13th, 2014.
Dear diary,
I've never written a diary before, so this is my first time. I still have many questions about this diary, but Ann, who suggested me that I should write one, said that everything should be fine. I don't have any idea what 'everything' meant, but whatever.
Am I supposed to treat this diary as a person? I have no idea. Well, I hope it's okay to write about the past instead of the present in this diary because I've always been stuck with the past.
Okay, let's see. I'm just gonna treat you as an ordinary person, then.
Well, hi. Nice to meet you. I'm Jay, 16, turning 17 in the 18th of October 18 this year. My family is poor and our house is small, but Rose said that my house had some kind of home-y feeling in it, so it's pretty fine, I guess.
It might not fit me, but I really like classics when it comes to music. Like, it's the only thing that I like. I don't like pop and jazz, but I seriously cannot stand rock and heavy metal.
I'm out of things to say, so let's just talk about Rose. You see, Rose is my crush and she has been my crush for like eleven years now. No, she's not friendzoning me, but we decided to take it slow. I mean, am I really supposed to ask her out when we were ten, when we were already in love for five years?
We first met around May. She was six while I was five. It was spring and the flowers were blooming. Rose decided it was a good idea to take a nap near a bush of roses. When she woke up, I approached her. That was how we became friends.
I asked her out when we were fourteen. Right, that's still a bit early, but could you blame me? I've known her for eight years at the time.
Now, last year after we graduated from junior high school, we kinda had a little fight and Rose flew to another high school far away from mine. She's back now, and we're back together.
Yeah, it's like we're soulmates...
Well, I must go now. See you later, Mr. Diary.
Lots of love,
Jay."
Rose smiled softly. Jay was so cute. Eleven paragraphs and five of them were about Rose. She closed the book and put it on her bookshelf.
The rule said: you may only read one entry a day.
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