Everything's different yesterday

diary entry 5 and onwards

After the previous entry
There were no doodles or sketches

Just one blank empty page
Untouched
The pages themselves felt like it had mourned a loss

The page directly skipped to another entry

This one in a much lighter mood
Flavored like a nostalgic cherry

"Dear diary
We have only a year left to quarantine

It's been a while since the last time I wrote
3 months I guess?

A lot has happened since then

Campbell was
Depressed for a while ever since Ivan was taken away

We've asked the nurse in charge of us if they could check in on him

They said he was stable, and was doing fine

Knowing he was fine
Campbell and I felt better

Jackson was glad

We made paper flowers and asked the nurse to send it to Ivan
Even if he couldn't see what we made for him

It's better to have done something than to have done nothing at all

My phone calls with my family
Became less

1-3 times a week became 1 time a week, and that became 1-2 times a month

My sisters were having a great time at their new school

They made lots of friends
Dad's getting a promotion

And they found an apartment to rent

It might not be a lot rn
But
I'm glad they're doing great

I just really miss them
Without Ivan here
Campbell and Jackson
Dealing with their own situations

It's kind of hard not to feel alone
I know that's kind of selfish
Considering one of our friends just got taken

And Henry And Jenny are here anyway

I should be there for them instead of focusing on myself

We're all stuck somewhere right now

One thing happened

Campbell came out one day
He came into my tent
And I greeted him but he just said nothing

He walked over to my bed
I asked him what was wrong

He just sat down
And stayed quiet

And I just let him stay there
He sat there with me for a while

And without noticing it
We're laying beside each other

Looking at the white roof of the tent
It's fluttering with orange splashes and yellow highlights

It was in the afternoon
The sun was close to setting

To fill in the empty silence I decided to ask him again
If he was fine

He didn't answer

But he didn't stay silent
I heard sobbing as I saw his arms beside me
Move to cover his face

He wasn't loud in his crying
It was silent
Almost inaudible
But right beside me it was the loudest thing in the world

I look to him
And ask him my voice quiet
Almost coaxing for an answer

And this time he finally did
He moved his hands from his face

And this was the first time I saw him cry
All I've seen from him were languid smiles and relaxed grins