CHAPTER 8

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Travis' POV

Tomorrow's the day. I took out my suit that I would be wearing tomorrow and placed it on the table.
The time was 11 already and I had to wake up early tomorrow to give a hand in the arrangement. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Come in".

I saw Sasha enter the room.

"Hey". I greeted.

"Sorry to disturb you this late. I just wanted to know about Irene's whereabouts?"I sent her a mail but she did not respond to it". She sighed.

I tried to remember about her... She took a major in biology back in High school and she belonged to a filthy rich family.

"I dunno much about her". I said.

"Oh. Okay".

She greeted me goodnight and left.

"She's gone..... Everything we had.... faded away along with her..." Irene said between her sobs.

I woke up from the memory. I checked the time to find that it's 2 in the midnight. I stared at the bookshelf in front of me. I still had her diary along with me.

I took her diary out and read it over again after a really long time.

Something struck me. It's her diary. And the information in this diary are so brief. The light from the night lamp was quite dull for me to decipher anything more so I switched on the lights and stared at the hand writing. It looked strangely...... legible, I guess.

Alexandra was beautiful but her handwriting wasn't. I know this really sound rude but it wasn't.

I walked to the bookshelf and searched for her books or notes bit I don't find anything. I lost hope.

Am I really going crazy?! I really need to get some rest or else I might really go insane. I just leaned against it and for a moment and suddenly a book fell down. It was a black colour note.

I knelt down to pick it up and opened it.

What. The. Fuck?!

"You're thinking right, Travis". I was seeing her, again.

I looked up to see Alexa staring at me with her pleading eyes. I looked down at her notebook and compared it with the diary which I had.

I was dumbstruck.

It is not possible.

This can't be true.

I felt devastated on the floor.

I need to get justice for her.

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