I didn’t expect Sunday evening to feel this heavy.
The sun had already dipped behind the rooftops when I slipped into my room, closed the door, and finally let my shoulders sag. It had been such a long, confusing week. Hockey games, Marvin’s drama, Jace’s insane performance on the field, the way he’d looked at me afterward like he was trying hard not to show something… or maybe I was imagining everything.
I sat at the edge of my bed and stared at the old wooden box buried under a pile of books. I hadn’t touched that box since last year. Since before my old friend moved away. Since everything fell apart.
My fingers trembled a little when I pulled it out. The box creaked open like it was waking from a long sleep, and there it was my diary. The dark purple one with peeling stickers and fol
