"What is it?" You ask, feeling the significance of this unknown thing tearing the two of you apart.
"...not here. Let's go to my room," she whispers, quieting her voice as Brooke mumbles in her slumber.
"Aria, there's probably some of our friends sleeping up there," you whisper back.
She slumps back down, still holding onto you.
"..."
"..."
"I'm really sorry..." She mutters.
You shake your head, knowing she couldn't see it. "I appreciate that, Aria, but I need answers. If you can't tell me right now, then fine, show me upstairs. I just need something."
She pulls away from you, squeezing her eyes as your words bite into her skin.
She pauses, residual tears still leaking from her eyes. Her legs nervously sway off the edge of the bed.
Despite how much pain she had caused you over the past week, you still want to wrap her up and wipe away every tear, reminding you of how close you two were before the accident.
"Please, Aria," you squat down to be at eye-level with her. "What is it?"
She finally looks at you, and mutters something under her breath, barely moving her lips.
"What?" You lean in, unsure if she already said it.
"I have... your journals." She finally enunciates.
"..."
"..."
You bolt out of the room, ignoring the volume of your stomps as you charge up the stairs toward Aria's room.
"WAIT! STOP!" She yells, chasing after you.
You grind to a halt at the entrance to her room as you hear shuffling coming from inside.
"Hey..." She pants, catching up with you a few seconds later. "I... I'll get them. I promise. Just... stay out here."
She opens the door a sliver, enough for you to see three nude girls lying on her bed, with a fourth slowly standing up.
She closes the door behind her.
What the fuck...
You finally let your mind think it through.
She has my journals. And... what does that have to do with everything? With why she's been avoiding me, and why she broke up with me...
What did she read in them?
She opens the door, using one hand to hold a small pile of books.
"Come on. Downstairs," she says, jutting her head to the stairs.
...
"I'm sorry I kept them," she slowly mutters.
"Why did you? And what did you see in them?" You blurt out, desperately needing answers.
She hands you the first one.
"You can have them back."
Grabbing it like a lifeline, you flip through it, skimming each page at light speed. You catch glimpses of lots of events and experience you want to revisit later, but right now, your mind is focused on finding only one thing.
"This is... just a normal journal. And it's from three years ago."
"There's a lot of useful stuff in there," she mutters.
YOU ARE READING
The Amnesiac
Fanfiction(Smut + Romance) A mind wiped blank. An unknown world returned to. It all fell apart, and you don't remember a thing. But the women in your life will do anything to help you remember again, no matter what it takes...
