Kara's Pov
I dreaded knowing next month I would be 15. Maybe it's the fact that Maria distanced herself from me when she was 15 or that my birthday meant my mother was coming home. Birthdays were weird for us.
I didn't have Maria anymore. To complain about the small things and braid my hair. And although all these things were mainly forced by me. I loved our relationship in a weird way. I knew she cared that I tried even though it pained me. I hated feeling unwanted or having to be the one that held our friendship together.
I'd rummage through her belongings and just find myself feeling farther away from her then ever. That was until I found it. The very thing that connected us. That kept her alive. Her diary laid beautifully hidden underneath her snack basket. It was like she was teasing me even in the after life.
Smooth pages that could last for ages.
