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diary ✱ kian lawley

in which a diary is lost then found, and read.
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i lost my diary. i brought it with me on the bus and i got off at my stop and now it's not in my bag. everything about me is in there, all my secrets, all my thoughts and ideas. somebody is going to find it. maybe they'll see my email and number and call and turn it in to me and maybe they won't read anything.

panicking, i lean against the nearest wall of a coffee shop and check my phone for emails or calls from anybody saying they found my diary. nothing.

minutes pass. hours pass. still nothing.

"excuse me?"

i look to my left to see a tall boy with messy hair. my diary is in his hand.

"is this yours?"

unconsciously reaching for it, i nod. he gives it to me and shoves his hand into his pocket.

"where did you find it?" i ask.

"i was on the same bus as you. you got up and left it on your seat. i grabbed it and got off after a few stops hoping i'd still be able to find you." he hesitates, "i read everything by the way."

"oh. okay. well, thank you."

he gives me a nod and a little smile, then turns to leave. but he stops and looks back at me.

"i think i might be in love with you?"

silence fills the space between you as you slowly take in his words. nobody you've ever been with has been this forward about their feelings for you, especially at this point in the relationship.

"what?"

"yeah. you're kind of the girl i've been looking for my whole life. i mean, after reading your entire diary, i think we might be soulmates. we're basically the same person."

i stand there, staring at him, stupefied.

"i'm kian, by the way."