You receive a journal containing the story of two star crossed lovers. Connecting your own experiences a little too well, you begin a journey in a new establishment. How easy will it be to transition from being alone to gaining a new family.
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Destiny is not a thing that defines you. It is the actions you make towards your destiny that creates who you are. The words played in your mind throughout the train ride. Your Nonna had given you a journal that her mom had found buried in her backyard.
She had told you that something had compelled her to save it for you. It certainly was strange to him. You thought about the quote some more and wondered if you had read it in a book somewhere. For some reason it sounded very familiar to you. Like a lyric to a hymn you loved to hear as a child.
As you studied the leather journal on your lap, your fingers graced over the two names printed in the book. Dimitri and Seamus. Two boys who had fallen in love, and were accused of being witches. Such as life was in the 1700s. Dimitri was hanged and Seamus managed to escape the town's wrath and hid in the woods until he died of the cold winter air.
'What a tragedy' you thought, this boy lived day to day without the love of his life. You watched as the train passed old shops and slowed into the station. The reflection of his face showed the grim expression that was permanently plastered.
See, you were only 18 years old and had no one left in your life. Nothing really scared you, except death. You never understood why though. You didn't understand anything really. Like why was this journal's story so similar to your own. You looked down at the leather booklet and sighed.
You sat quietly reading the journal entries. All composed of sadness, love, and regret. The writer must have put their whole thoughts into this little journal. You looked up as the train stopped to see if this is where he got off at. It wasn't, but as you looked up a boy got on. Someone you had seen before? No, it couldn't be. You had never left your hometown before this. The boy looked around for a seat, then by some divine intervention, he locked eyes with you.
You both gawked at each other even as the train began to move. The boy walked over calmly and sat in front of you. You couldn't describe him in any way, except for a wonder. You shook your head and opened the journal to the last entry you were on. Halfway through you heard a voice that was barely above a whisper.
"What are you reading?" You looked up and saw the boy was staring at you. His dark green eyes looked deep into your soul. It was haunting.
"Huh?" You looked down at the booklet. "Oh, just this journal my nonna found."
