If you told Brian, he should have put the book down, he maybe would have listened... Maybe. But he still was laying inside his bed, with his reading lamp softly lightning the pages of the diary as he read further and further. He told himself he would not read it, but when Brian started reading further, he started to become invested in her life story. In her secrets, her desires, her hopes, and dreams. It was like he started to know this person in real life. It felt like he was emotionally connected to this person. There was a weird feeling when he read the word, handwritten in a cursive font. And he found himself feeling empathy with her.

-3-10-
Today... A lot happened today. Let's start by the main part of writing. There was this guy, who helped me. Like I had a performance today, but there was something wrong with my guitar. He helped me to get everything right... And for some reason, I hate him for it. The whole time I just couldn't look at him and I just wanted him to leave me alone.

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Jae felt different. The longer he didn't have his notebook, the worse he felt. His hands were trembling every day as he tried to find his book somewhere. It was like every day he got home, he had the same hope. Hope to find his book. But of course, he couldn't really find it. Someone probably had it right now, laughing at him and his stories. Maybe feeling pity for him in some weird kind of way? Jae groaned as he rested his head against his bedroom wall. He had a long day on school, filled with lots of brief conversations about nothing. It was like reliving every single day.

"Woosung," Jae said when his friend finally picked up on Skype. "I still haven't found my book."
"Can't you hang like, those missing posters around in school?"
"And then?"
"Someone finds it and calls to, I don't know, your phone?"
"But then everyone knows I write in a diary Woosung! A -diary-!" Jae groaned. "I don't really care about my reputation, but I, as someone in senior-year, don't really want to get picked up on by those losers from grades lower!"
"Maybe you could do it with an email account, so make a fake account."
"That isn't that bad idea," Jae said. Followed by silence.
"What if Brian has found your diary?" Jae joked on air.
"Don't say that! It'll only make me more anxious!"
"Come on, wouldn't it be a bit funny?"
"No!"
"Come on."
"I hate you," he mumbled.
"I love you too," Woosung said before hanging up again. Jae sighed. He really needed to get that diary back and Woosung's idea wasn't even that bad. Like, if he just used a fake name, nobody would get hurt.
And with nobody, he meant not himself.

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-5-10-

Oh my god~~ I'm so embarrassing! So I saw that guy again, today walking through the halls. He was with some of his friends, who I think I have seen before somewhere around Sungjin. But like, I was just walking through on the stairs, I spot him and- bam. I literally fell off the stairs. I'm so glad nobody was walking in front of me, another wise I would have fallen all over them... But I truly could have just died that moment put of embarrassment. And you know what was the worst? My friends were just laughing at me! I was on the verge of crying and then I have these great friends who just laugh about my pain!

I honestly don't even know if I have true friends anymore like I have Sungjin, but who else? My best friend since kindergarten just only cares about this boy called Jaehyun... Maybe that dude knows him, I've heard at least that they're around the same age.

Now, Brian just started to wander off. Who was this person who was writing this and why is she so clumsy? And also, who is she writing too and about? Like if you're writing in a diary you should write to -someone- right? That's what Brian at least thought. The longer Brian thought about it, the more questions he started to get. Questions without an answer.