After reaching home, she locked her bedroom door and sat down. She placed the box beside her and gently wiped the dust out of it. Inside she found the dress he was talking about. It was neatly folded and placed in a corner. The small white piece of cloth inside that tiny black box resembled a half moon in the night sky.
Underneath the dress she found a notebook. It was a cheap one, like
the ones that is available in the stationary store near their school. She
opened it. A date along with the words ‘Dear Diary’ was written in the
begging of the first page. With a shaking hand, she ran her fingers
towards the last page. The last entry was dated two years ago. She closed it immediately. She was already feeling guilty about taking his belongings from his house and on top of that she did not want a ticket to his thoughts. For a moment she felt suffocated inside her room, so she stepped outside and took a deep breath.
When she looked up at the sky she hoped that the bright blue colour
could transform into that of a midnight-blue. She was waiting for the sun to be replaced by the moon. She was waiting for the warmth of the
morning air to replaced by the cold night.
The bright and warm mornings cannot reveal the things that are
hidden. And the things that are hidden carry the truth with it. It is only in the darkness that we can make out the outline of the unknown. We
see the truth only in the depths of darkness within ourselves.
