NEVER AGAIN

Prologue

"They are your journals, you read them."she said to him.
He shook his head
' listen I don't have time for this I would rather go die '
He said getting irritated by seeing a bunch of old papers .
' I want you to read them ' she said
We were in a room at hoxton hotel ,London .
She had waited for me all day , and I saw her sitting on the hotel's lobby .
'just give me 5 minutes sir' she said while leading me to the lift and here we are in her room we sat down and she pulled out a three tattered notebooks from her backpack , the spines of the notebook came apart as she plonked them on the table .
The pages had written text mostly illegible as the ink have smudged many pages had holes, rats have snacked on them it was basically ruined ..... An Aspiring writer
'am not a writer. This is not a book.' I looked at her she was tall over five feet in height, brown hair , black eyes , and a soft gaze . She wore a long t-shirt with shorts . She had small fragile hands . She reassembled the notebooks , gently with her fingers , almost caressing the pages .

'What are these?' I said
' I had a friend maybe more than that FOR ME...? it was THEIR journal .' she said
' what do you mean by Theirs?'
'i can't explain it ... Maybe if you read these u will get it.'
' oh nevermind as if am interested to know it.'
She shrugged
' by the way have you eaten anything?' I said
She shook her head , I looked around and saw a bowl of fruits I offered her but she declined as she was allergic to it.
' ...so what do u want from me ma'am..'
' I want u to read these journals because I can't '
I was surprised
'you can't read in general? Or U can't read these .'
'these'
'why not ' I said biting a piece of an apple .
' because..... I regret everything I have done .... '
Well I was as confused as you :)
ANYWAYZZZ...
'Why are they in a terrible shape tho??'
'they are old her ex roommate found it'
'ok anyways am ordering some food for us would u like to have a sandwich?~ cause am too broke to buy something too expensive for us '
'Haha sure'
' by the way am sorry am late to ask this but what's ur name..?'
'zandra'
' I'm zandra from New York'
' hmm.. what do you do '
' fashion designer'
I was shocked again as I can't see any fashion in her maybe ...that's what fashion for her ( hope u get it-)
'oh WOW!! That's amazing '
'studied at?'
'harward university '
'oh so u rich rich ~'
She went silent , it felt awkward tho.
The doorbell startled us the waiter shifted the journals to put the sandwich tray on the table , a few sheets fell on the floor .
'TF BECAREFUL!' zandra said, as if the waiter had broken some valuable crystals.. the waiter apologized and scooted out of the room .
' you didn't had to be rude .'
'duh it's so valuable for me '
I offered zandra a club of sandwich which had tomato, cheese and lettuce and some nuggets fillings but she ignored me and rearranged the loose sheets of the papers .
'am sorry are you okay? Please eat .. I bought this for us eat it'
She nodded her eyes still on the journals. Well who cares Imma just eat it if doesn't want it cause food is life man..
'these journals obviously mean a lot to you. But why have you bought them here ?.'
'for you to read they would be useful to u'
'How will they be useful to me?'
I said , A part of me wanted her out of my room as soon as possible.
' listen it's just I trust you alot you have inspired me a lot in many ways now don't ask in what ways ... These journals were written by them and they used to read your books and is a fan of u!'
'zandra....' I said, as calmly as possible,
'this seems like a sensitive matter, I don't want to get involved Okay?'
Her gaze remained at the floor.'I don't want the journals
either' she said after a while...
' then throw it away'
She sighed
'you don't understand this John it's too hard for me too painful.'
'hmm'
She stood up to leave , 'sorry for disturbing, I hope you read it tho... Thanks .'
'its okay'
Anddd she left I looked at the one sandwich left on the table tears coming through my eyes how could she waste my money.... anyways gotta eat it foods life ...
I looked at the old papers ( journals ) on the table , I took it and kept in dustbin ' bruh' I can't let someone I just met get the better of me. I switched off the lights and lay down . I couldn't stop thinking about my encounter with the mysterious zandra. Eyes wide open, l lay in bed, staring at the little flashing red light from the smoke detector on the ceiling, The journals bothered me. Sure, they lay in the dustbin however something about this was making me so curious to know what it is about and how suspicious she was... It intrigued me, Don’t go there, I thought, but my mind screamed down its own suggestion: Read just one page.
'DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT JOHN, GOSH THIS IS HARD' I said out loud . But ten minutes later, I switched on the lights in my room, fished out the journals from the dustbin and opened the first volume. Most pages were too damaged to read. I tried to make sense of what I could. The first two pages were written in January ,7, 2007 about how Nancy wanted to start a journal and a new perfect life  it was lowkey interesting . One more page that's it I thought. I flipped through the pages as I tried to find another readable one. I read one more section, and then another. Four hours later, I had read whatever could be read in the entire set...
Damn this one book is emotional
Well I didn't know when I fell asleep. I woke up when the phone rang ' sir your wake-up call'
' yeah am awake , thank you.'
Well I had to explore this place as an Indian it's my first time to even  visit London nice place tho.
I remember Saving zandra number,I called her ' hey can we meet it's urgent ' 'sure at what place and time?'. ' how am I supposed to know what place we should meet am new here' ' oh sorry sir let's meet at Ace café at 3 is it fine?' 'its my lunch time but fine ok.' ' ok then bye see yah'
Ok time to get ready, I took a taxi to get there and reached finnaly hmm nice café I didn't saw her inside I took a seat and waited 3 minutes later there she comes she looked pretty fashionable .
' hi John what's up'
'hey nothing great anyways order something ' she was surprised but she wasted my money yesterday.
'would u like a cappuccino and Strawberry cake?' ' yah sure'
' okay now what is it u have sooo urgent to talk about ' ' Its not urgent but  why did u do it you must know what am talking about' ' oh so u read it.. well I was such a selfish girl back then who destroyed someone's love I was jealous...and yeah' ' do u feel comfortable talking about that topic to me?'  ' yes.' ' tell me about it more about the story zandra...'
'a story that fate left incomplete for me '
'Fate can be strange indeed'
' so where should I start , where I met him first ?'
' Always a good start ma'am '