𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 (Ash Trilogy #3) ✔️

37

Peacefulness. If I had to describe my life in one word, it would be that.

The sun is bright. It's the middle of summer. I think it's been about one year since I last wrote here in my diary, but I've been busy. I've been taking care of Snow making sure all of her needs and wants are met.

Her sweet laughter reaches my ears across the meadow. Although the sound of the birds chirping is louder, her laughter is the one thing I focus on.

I look up, my eyes not opening all the way due to the bright sun. I smile as I watch her spin around in the tall grass, her white dress and her blonde hair blowing from the wind that whistles in my ears. 

"Snow, come over here before your drink goes cold," I call out to her. 

She's been thriving here. Away, in a new place without toxicity, her personality thrives. She's happier. I always make sure of it. 

She runs through the grass, over to the picnic we were having. She crosses her legs and sits across from me. 

"Merçi," she smiles, continuing to practice the French language. Living in France when you don't know the language is difficult, but I've been teaching her often. 

Trays of fruit and a cold bottle of wine sits between us. We live in a secluded home, away from the city. We both prefer the privacy. A large hill is right in our backyard, and Snow enjoys having picnics here often. 

Sometimes, my grandparents will stop by and visit us. My parents do also, who moved back to France not long after we did. We all live very close together, just a few minutes drive. But while we all live close, we also all live our own lives. 

Snow takes a sip of the wine. Her light brown eyes circle with happiness and the tan on her skin only makes her silver jewelry pop more. It won't be long until her finger has a ring on it. 

"You look beautiful," I tell her as she lowers the glass. 

Her glossy lips turn upward. She grabs a glistening strawberry and pops it into her mouth. 

"More beautiful than that girl?" she asks.

My eyebrows pull together. 

"What girl?" I question. 

"Remember, that one day when you basically got roofied at that party? You kept wanting this one girl," she recalls. "You sounded like you were in love with her. Who was she?"

I had almost forgotten about that. Ever since moving here I've been so focused on the present that I rarely thought about the past. 

"It was you, Snow," I tell her. She looks surprised. "I fell in love with you the first time I ever saw you. Everything was always you."

It was true. Everything I ever did, everything I ever felt, was always because of her. Because of the girl that I tried so hard to convince myself I hated. 

The smile she gives is genuine. Living out where we live is not expensive, and we have more money than we could ever spend, thanks to my family. But we don't want expensive and luxurious lives. We want to bake cupcakes and paint and play the piano with each other and only with each other. 

"What's that?" she asks, reaching across and touching my diary. She didn't recognize it since it was flipped over.

I pick it up and show her. I tell her, "It's my diary. Don't you remember reading it?"

"I only read one page, and it was by mistake, I didn't know it was a diary," she tells me as the pink and orange sunsets falls onto us and the grass. The calm breeze moves our hair around. "Can I read it?"

"You want to read it?" I ask over the breeze. She nods and tucks her hair behind her ear to prevent it from getting stuck in her lipgloss. "You should know that it's filled with some awful things."

"I think I can manage," she smiles and grabs it. 

Back in America, our story is known, but it's far from the truth. Snow is believed to still be dead. They say I killed her out of jealousy and then burnt down the prison to escape the crime and then killed her parents to only make them suffer more. I'm believed to be hiding somewhere, but nobody knows where. They still conduct monthly searches in hopes of finding me.

But as I look across at Snow, I'm not worried about that.

She reads as the sun sets quickly. The sky is bright right now from it, but that won't last long. 

"You wrote such cute things about me," she smiles. 

"I wrote the truth," I reply. The sun is now gone from the horizon and the sky begins to turn dark. While she reads I put everything back in the basket and rise to my feet. "Come on, let's get you inside before the bugs come out."

She closes my diary and hands it back to me. I hold her small hand in mine as we walk back to our house.

I hold the door open for her when we reach it. Snow lets out a yawn. I set the basket on the table and headed straight to our bedroom with her. The basket can be dealt with in the morning, and living here, I know tomorrow is always to come. 

We both shower together, something we do often before changing and getting into bed. Snow loves when I wash her hair. 

As soon as I get into the comfortable bed, Snow lays on my chest. I wrap my arms around her. Sleeping with the window cracked open made the room a perfect temperature, and we both enjoyed listening to the sound of nature while falling asleep.

"I love you, Luc," she says with closed eyes. It went from being something I had never heard, to something I heard every single day. 

I smile. I kiss her forehead. 

"I love you too, Snow."

Wow. I forgot about this thing. I only found it again since I was going through some boxes today. I hadn't realized how much I wrote down, how much details I provided. I've been smiling the entire time I've been reading it. It's been fun to read the story of how I fell in love with her, it makes me feel as if I'm doing it all over again.

It's been two years since I last wrote in this. Originally, it started as a diary to keep me accountable. To not do anything crazy.

But it quickly changed into a book about how I fell in love with Snow. 

Although I love this diary, I no longer need it anymore. I no longer need to keep myself accountable and am completely in love with Snow. 

We just got married. It was the best day of my life, until recently.

When we found out that Snow is pregnant.

We went to the doctor. And we found out that it's a girl. 

I may not have broken the sociopathic and psychopathic genetics that ran in the men in my family. But now, I'm breaking it this way, by having the sweetest girl that will ever exist. 

With Snow now being my wife, and with a daughter on the way, I don't need this diary anymore. This will be the last entry I make. 

Snow is calling me to bake cupcakes now, and my pen is about to die. 

Now I must go, and live the best life I could've ever imagined. 

Sincerely, 

THE DIARY OF A KILLER. 

T H E  E N D.