Just A Girl

The Park

author's note: this is the first time i'm writing a non-fanfic wattpad story and will actually be publishing it so if there's any errors, sorry about thatt, just lmk and i'll correct them. enjoy the story!! <33

Dear Diary,
I walk in the dimming light of the sun, the grass beneath my feet, the slight snow sprinkled upon the earth. The park is quiet today. I like it when it's like this. I'm listening to "The Astronaut" by Jin from Bts. I'm not very into kpop, but recently I've been coming across a few of the songs, and they're quite nice, even though I can't understand most of it. I want to go on the swings, but I like walking like this. In my corner of the park, the kids that play here hardly crowd here because of the creepy alley that's next to it. You know what, I AM pretty creeped out by it too, especially because I've heard the stories those little children make up about it, but eh, whatever. And you know what, I WILL go on the swings. :) byee for now, love you. 4:58pm.

She concludes the entry and begins walking towards the swings. Stella is not one of those girls who can maintain a journal, absolutely not. However, when she gets a nice new pretty notebook, she has to atleast try to begin a journal in it.
Even though she'll just end up stopping in a couple of weeks.
She sits on the swing and gives it a slight sway. There's the calm vibe going on, and who is she to ruin that? The park was usually packed with children of all ages, grandparents, college students, shady men with duffel bags and sunglasses, but today it was, lonely. Stella was pretty much one of the only ones there along with a few older women gathered on a bench in the corner, and a boy in a blue sweater standing by the statue of Sherlock Holmes in the middle of the park.
Honestly, he looks like he's gonna cry any minute now.
Stella pulls out her notebook and continues to write.  She sat still for a minute, and just sat, people-watching. Another old woman soon came and joined the group in the corner. When listened to carefully, you could hear them talking about how Vivian knitted a nice new sweater for her grandson, Kenny, and how Penelope is thinking of going on a trip to Paris with her husband. As fun as this lot were, she shifted her gaze to the sad boy once again. He looked like he'd been waiting for someone to show up. He leaned on the statue, and looked over at the entrance of the park, one could see the hurt in his eyes from a thousand miles away. The boy looked down at his shoes, they looked clean and newly bought. He looked back up as tears began to brim his eyes. As he looked to the side, a leaf from the nearby wisteria tree swiftly hovered in the air before disappearing into the snow.
I wanna hug him.
She writes. Time passes, the boy leaves, Stella sits on the swing contemplating. It's a daily occurence.

Dear Diary,
I know I said I'll call you Anna but "Dear Diary" just has that thrill to it! Anyway, it's time for me to go home now, so, just letting you know. 5:49pm.

She shuts the diary and draws out a very tiny notepad and her pen from the cluster of paper in her coat pocket and starts writing something down on it. "i love the snow. do you?" This was her daily ritual, every time Stella visited the park, she left a little something of somewhat value. A note, a card, a bedazzled walnut, a shiny pebble, an origami butterfly. Tucked, hidden, somewhere or the other. Not visible to the ordinary eye, but if your observant enough, you'll find it.

authors note: hey loves, hope you enjoyed that bit. the first chapter doesn't say a lot, but i promise it'll unravel more thoroughly later on in the next one.