Most of her books were poems. Most of her poems were love poems. Most of her love poems were directed to Jay.
Anyways, Rose was still at school. She was planning to read the book again later that day. Once the bell rang, she ran outside of the building and straight inside her limo. Oh, the lives of the rich kids.
Good thing her chauffeur didn't ask her why she was sweaty and everything. She was even out of breath. Her school was a five-floor building and her classroom was at the top. The lifts were packed, so she must run from the stairs.
If it was just going down the stairs, Rose would be fine. But sadly, she must go back up because she forgot her water bottle and just realized when she was on the first floor. Poor, poor, little Rose.
When the car finally reached her house, Rose ran inside excitedly. The reason why she was so excited was because she decided to follow the dates on the diary to read it, so she must wait.
The last entry was on 13th while the next one was on 21st so she must wait for more than a week. That was why she really wanted to read it.
Where had Jay been in that week? She wondered. Rose tried to find something in one of her memories, but there were only little pieces and she couldn't remember what happened when.
So, instead of confusing herself more, Rose went inside her house. She couldn't run inside the house because her parents would get angry. How would they know if they weren't even there? Well there were cameras everywhere and they were connected to her parents' phones.
She went upstairs and into her bedroom. She threw her bag to the bad, took Jay's diary and plopped down onto her bed. She opened the book and went straight to Jay's second entry. She already put a book marker on the page. So, she started reading.
"Dear diary,
Hey, what's up? Long time no see. Yeah, I know. Seven days is a long time, but I couldn't help it. I spent my whole week camping at school. Ugh, I hate scouts, like, so much. I don't even see the reason why it's really important. As my dad said, it's not like you're gonna gain money just by studying scouts. Simply, it's pointless for me.
The reason why I didn't bring you was because I didn't want anyone to find this book. I mean, I know there isn't anything important inside this thing. After all, there was only one entry at the time. But I didn't want anyone to know that a guy like me had a diary. Ugh, just no.
To be honest, I don't have any idea why I started writing. Ann was the one who told me to. She said something about Rose and her memories... ? Well, it might not make sense now, but it should make sense later. That's just how Ann is, right?
I don't see anything wrong with Rose or her memories, though. Is she going to have amnesia or something? And forget about me? Well then, I guess I must actually write this book.
I should just stop confusing myself with my own questions and everything, it's scaring my own self. I mean, it would be scary wouldn't it? Being forgotten by the love of your life and-
Shut up, Jay!
Ugh, now I get why Rose shut me up a lot. Even when writing, I still like to talk to myself. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Some people who just know me finds that funny and cute while those who had known me for a while finds it bothering.
Okay, so back to camping.
My favourite parts were when they were telling scary stories, because we would sit on logs and Rose would sit beside me. She would put her shoulder on my head and hold my hand. She looked so beautiful under the moonlight that it hurt me. God was unfair when He made her. She was literally the most beautiful girl in the planet.
Everytime the storytellers told us the scary parts, Rose would squeeze my hand and made these small, cute whimpering sounds. She would look so concentrated, and she wouldn't even notice me staring at her, which I took as an advantage, because if she noticed me staring, I might look crazy.
Then, some stories the storytellers told wasn't even scary and everything would be awkward and then everyone would start laughing. And Rose would laugh, too. Again, she would squeeze my hand. She would smile very brightly it outshine the moonlight - not that the moon had any light of its own.
I also liked it when we were eating snacks at night. Yeah, some people said that eating at night when you were about to go to sleep was going to make you gain weight, so the students were let to sleep if they wanted. The rest could stay and eat.
The snacks were nice. They were marshmallows. So the teachers would fire some logs or something and we would sit around it and everything. It would be just like the "Telling Scary Stories" activity, but with less people and some food, and no scary stories.
Rose and I would finally talk after the long day or just smile at each other while we were eating our snacks. Good thing she wasn't one of those people who was scared of gaining weights. Well, her parents probably told her not to, but she was stubborn.
Well, I must go now, ciao!"
Rose smiled. Again, he wrote about her. She wondered if she ever had a diary back when Jay was still alive, what would she write about? Certainly it was going to be about Jay. She saw no other way.
Rose also wondered if she started writing a diary now, what would it be about? Since Jay was long gone, her days were dull and even her eyes rarely show life anymore.
She wondered if she would ever move on, but she shook that thought away. She wasn't going to move on. Because they hadn't broke up yet and so Rose considered them still a couple.
She couldn't move on even if she tried to. After all, Jay was her one and only soulmate, and you only got one each. There was no way Rose could ever move on from her own soulmate, right? Yeah, no way.
Rose would stay a loyal girlfriend. She promised.650Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwHnX6MsYRi
