The Journal // luke hemmings

Luke [before]

I sit down on the weather sofa in the living room of my small downtown apartment. On the coffee table in front of me, rests a black leather journal. Although, not just any journal. This is Ella Richards' journal, and she left it for me in her will.

I take a deep breathe, and wipe my sweaty hands across my jeans. I reach forward for the journal, and open it to the first page.