Write Me In ✔️

Entry 11

✎ I couldn't go to the park today. My parents didn't want me to leave the house. They said it's because it's raining today. That boy, Jeon Jungkook, didn't let me leave the house. But it looks like he's packing. I think he's leaving. Why does he get to leave and I don't?
This notebook says that last time I was in the rain a boy named Kim Namjoon came with an umbrella. It sounds like from a storybook.
It couldn't have happened in real life. Things like that only happen in happy storybooks. My life is not a happy storybook. My life is frozen in time. I am trapped. I'm stuck. I can't move on. I will never be able to move on.

[Her]
"Hey."

I look up from my notebook. I'm sitting in the middle of my bedroom. The notebook lays in front of me on the floor.

There's a boy standing in my doorway. He's tall. He's handsome. But the stars don't shine in his eyes. His eyes are like dark honey.

"You're Jeon Jungkook," I say slowly.

He smiles and nods. "Yeah, how'd you remember?"

I point at the notebook.

"Ah, of course." He smacks a hand to his forehead, chuckling to himself. "I should've guessed. Does writing in the notebook help?"

My brows knit together. Does writing in my notebook help? Help what?

As if he reads the question in my eyes he quickly clarifies, "Does it help you remember?"

Remember? Remember what? The accident?

I don't need a notebook to remind me of the crash. The broken glass. The glistening blood. The blinding headlights. I don't need anyone to remind me of that. It happened yesterday. Who could forget something that happened just yesterday?

I shake my head.

Jungkook takes a few steps into the room. "Would you like it if you got a new notebook?" I realize that he's holding a brand new notebook in his hand. "Your notebook is a little battered, don't you think?"

I watch him slowly reach down for the notebook in front of me.

"I'll keep your old one safe, okay?" He says. "You can write all you want in the new notebook."

He's going to take my notebook. My notebook of memories. The only memories I have. He's taking it.

"Don't..." My heart begins to pound as Jungkook starts to pick it up. He's taking it. He's taking it away. "Don't touch it!"

Jungkook jumps at my shout. I snatch my notebook away from his hands. My notebook of memories. The only memories I have.

"Trust me—" he tries but I'm not having it.

He tried to take my notebook. He wants to take away my notebook.

"Stay away! Stay away from me! Stay away from my notebook. It's mine!"

My notebook of memories. The only memories I have. The only memories.

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