It was July. Ari had a job and was planning on moving out today. I acted happy for her, and I was; she was finally going to have the independence she had wanted for a while. I was sad, though. I liked Ari, and it was fun living with her. She almost made me forget my past.
Almost.
"Are you sure you don't need help?" I asked her.
"I'm sure," she answered, dragging a suitcase full of her stuff to the door. "You should get some sleep. You look exhausted."
I nodded reluctantly before heading off to my room. I had been taking sleeping pills, despite hating pills. They helped me not have nightmares.
As I laid my head down on the pillow, I heard the front door close and the car start up.
•~•
When I opened my eyes again, it was two thirty-nine.
I kicked back the covers and left my bedroom, nearly missing a piece of paper taped to my door. I furrowed my eyebrows, pulling the paper off. The first thing I noticed was that it was paper from Ari's diary.
July 10th, 2015
Dear Diary ;p
Sorry, sorry, dear Niall.
I just want to say thanks. I know I've said it a million times before, but I really mean it. You didn't have to help me, but you did, and I'm extremely thankful.
I hope you come visit me sometime. I'll text you my address soon.
Ari
I smiled, and then noticed an arrow pointing at the other side of the paper. I turned it over.
By the way, remember when you told me your life story, and then you said you have no one left who loves you? Well, you're wrong.
I love you.
Wanna go out sometime?
Ari <3
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YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary
أدب الهواةIf 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...
