Dear Diary,
There were three days until the performance. Isaac hasn't set foot in his own home in a week. He's been going to school, then coming to my house to sit on my porch. He'd do his homework there, eating there (my mom has been feeding him), he's been even sleeping on the porch swing outside. I've heard my mother offer him a million times to at least sleep on the living room couch, but he refused. He didn't want to intrude as long as I was upset with him.
He had texted me back that day, the day I told him to stop crying. But I never replied. He told me that he was sorry, and he didn't mean to break my heart. He even told me that my heart was the most precious thing to him. But I didn't know how to reply.
So I didn't.
Love, Gwen
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