Was this a book from the library? Or did it belong to a student?Not wanting to jump to conclusions, he decided to ask Mrs. Kim, the librarian, to be sure. He walked over to the front desk, the diary still in his hand."Mrs. Kim," Jake began, holding up the book. "I found this on one of the desks. Do you know if it’s a library book or if it belongs to someone?"Mrs. Kim took the diary from him, examining it briefly before smiling gently. "This isn’t a library book, Jake. It’s someone’s personal diary. They must have left it behind."Jake felt his face heat up. "Oh, I see. Should I leave it with you, or...?"Mrs. Kim handed the diary back to him. "It might be better if you try to find the owner. If no one comes looking for it soon, then you can bring it back here."Jake nodded, slipping the diary into his backpack. As he returned to his seat, his mind was already racing. Who did it belong to, and why had it been left here? He hadn’t meant to pry, but now he couldn’t shake the feeling that this small book might lead to something unexpected.
After his brief conversation with Mrs. Kim, Jake returned to the desk, gathering his things. He slid his notebook into his backpack, making sure the diary was secure inside as well. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he realized how late it had gotten—the school day had ended a while ago, and the usual buzz of activity had died down, leaving the halls eerily quiet.With a final look around the empty library,
Jake slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed for the door. The setting sun cast long shadows through the windows, reminding him that he needed to hurry home before it got too dark. He stepped out into the empty corridor, the sound of his footsteps echoing as he made his way toward the exit.As he walked, his thoughts kept drifting back to the diary in his bag. Who had left it behind? What kind of person would leave something so personal in a place like that? He knew he should have handed it over to Mrs. Kim, but something had stopped him. Maybe it was the curiosity, or maybe it was the feeling that he needed to return it personally.
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Dear "J" | Sim Jake
RomanceHe sprinted along the shoreline, waves crashing at his feet, clutching a worn diary in his hand. With each step, he murmured, "Dear J," his voice laced with hope and urgency, as if the ocean itself might lead him to the one he was searching for. Wil...
