DAY 11

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DAY 11


Dear Diary,


Today I and BaoGem had a huge fight. He said that I wasn't ready to leave home because my leg had not yet recovered. Dear diary then I said something very insensitive. I can't believe I said that. I said that I knew why he wanted to stay back. I said it was because he is not ready to move on. I said that he was not ready to accept the fact that his family has disappeared and that they were not going to return. I said that I knew that staying in the same house made him sense their presence. I told him to come out of the fantasy and face the actual world. I told him to face the truth. 

Since then he has been locked up in his room. I think it hurt him a lot. Dear diary I am pretty sure that he had thought of it. But his thoughts getting confirmed was something he hatted. He sure did love his family but now is not the time to cry over their memories. We need to get hold of the last people alive. I want to know what happened that afternoon. I want to know if my family is dead or still alive.

I think I should go and talk to BaoGem. God.

BaoGem wasn't crying before I went up to his room. He started crying when I entered the room. He said I was an insensitive bitch. He said that he knew that I cried when I was looking at the pictures of my family. He said that his father didn't like the idea of cameras and he also wasn't interested in photos. He said that the pictures on his phone were nothing but trees and flowers. He said that the house was the only something that made him feel closer to his family. He said that he couldn't carry the house with him. God I felt soooooo sorry that I started crying. I cried and I apologized for being insensitive. He did say that it was ok. He said that we should find the others. I said it was not necessary and that could wait for a few more days but he said that it would become difficult to leave the house if he lived here for much longer.

Soooo we are leaving tomorrow. But now I kindaa don't wanna leave.

Yours, 

Aria

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