I sat in my car in Ari's lane way. It was twelve o'six AM. Ari didn't want to go on vacation, she didn't want to move, and she was almost eighteen, so she was leaving. At the moment, she was writing a note.
The car door opened, and Ari slid in. Her possessions were in the trunk already.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked softly.
I really wanted Ari to come live with me, even if it was for a little bit, but I knew what it was like to lose family, and I didn't want her to go through that.
Ari took a deep breath, and then she nodded. "Yeah. I really want to do this."
I pulled out of the lane way and began to drive to my house. Ari didn't want me picking her up at first, because then her mom might accuse me of taking Ari from her, but then she gave in when I insisted that it would be quicker.
When we arrived at my house, I grabbed most of her suitcases and brought them into the other bedroom.
"Sorry, it's not much," I apologized when Ari entered the room.
"That's absolutely fine," she said, surveying the room with a smile.
They only thing in the room, apart from her clothes, was a mattress I had hastily dragged in.
"I'll let you unpack," I said, before exiting the room and making myself some coffee. When Ari exited the room, I had emptied half of it.
"Coffee's not good for you," she noted, leaning against the counter.
"I know," I answered, "but it keeps me awake."
She nodded, pursing her lips. It was silent between us for a moment, before she burst out, "Why do you even like me?"
I glanced over at her, setting my mug down. "What?"
Ari swallowed. "Why do you even like me?"
"Because you remind me of myself," I said, fiddling with my sweater sleeves. "Broken. Alone. I thought we could fix and comfort each other."
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Dear Diary
FanfictionIf you found a diary on a bench in a park with absolutely no one around, would you read it? Most people would, to try and find a name or something that they could use to return it to they owner. Other people might just be being nosy, but that's rude...
