Brian hated getting with the bus, especially if it's raining. It's cold and there were always some weird people waiting for the bus while smoking pot or crack. Brian found it gross. Was he someone who did the same before? Yes, he was. Does he like it now? No, he doesn't. He despises it. But it's their lives. Not his.

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Sometimes, Brian asked himself, why he doesn't think for one second. Because if he did, he now wouldn't have a notebook from a stranger. Why did he take it with him? Well, Brian could think of hundred reasons why he took it, but none of those reasons were actually valid enough to actually do it.
"Brian? You in there?" Dowoon asked worriedly. Brian had sent a message about how he needed help and since Wonpil was still in school, Dowoon was the only option.
"Yes," Brian said when Dowoon already had opened the door and walked in on his friend sitting on the bed with a book in his hand.
"What's the problem?"
"This!" Brian almost cried out as he threw the book at Dowoon.
"What is this?"
"A diary."
"Of?"
"I don't know." Dowoon let out a sigh as he opened the diary on the first page. No name, but there was a date. 15th of September.
"How did you get it?"
"I found it." Brian stood up and grabbed the book out of Dowoon's hands. "And we shouldn't read it. It's private." Dowoon rolled his eyes and said:" Well mister 'no fun'. What do you think we should do then? Throw it away? We don't know from who it is, but we need to find the owner, right."
Brian murmured something as he sat down on his bed again. Resting his back against the thin wall of his bedroom. The sixteen-year-old boy didn't have much in his bedroom, besides his bed, a desk and two guitars. He patted the empty spot beside him, hinting Dowoon to sit next to him.
"So you do want to read it?" Dowoon had a small grin on his face.
"Yeah, sure." Brian was still hesitating a bit.
"Come on, what could happen?" Dowoon laughed.
"Nothing."

-09-15-
Okay, so a diary? Sounds weird, huh? Yeah, I know. But like, the thing is... I got this book from my mother and she told me if I ever had bottled up too many thoughts, I should write them down. So why not using this book, right? It feels weird to hold something from her again. Like the last time, I saw he was on my birthday, almost five years ago...

I should talk about something else, should I?

Brian already felt guilty about reading it. This was clearly not meant for anyone to read, except the person who wrote this.

Well... Uhm today I actually did nothing. Like yeah, I went to school. That was fun... There isn't much further.

That was the first day and Brian already wanted to stop reading it. He closed the book and laid it on his bedside table. Dowoon looked annoyed at him.
"You're sometimes too well behaved that it's annoying," Dowoon said annoyed, but also laughing to show it wasn't meant to hurt him.
"I'm sorry," Brian sighed.
"Hey, it's fine. I'll see you tomorrow, right?" Brian nodded and waved at his friend who was leaving his room again to go back to his own house.