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Hey Diary,
Okay, so you won't believe what went down the next day. Get ready for some serious tea-spilling because things got real.
I mustered up the courage to approach Van and offer up my sincerest apologies for writing about him in my diary and tagging him as "weird." I mean, who am I to judge, right? So, there I was, standing in front of him, nerves all over the place, ready to lay it all out. And you know what? Van surprised me. He nodded, flashed a small smile, and accepted my apology. Phew! It was like a weight lifted off my shoulders.
But here's where things took an interesting turn. I decided to take our newfound understanding to the next level and suggested we hang out to make up for my blunder. You know, turn an awkward situation into something cool.
I invited him to the art room, my creative sanctuary where magic happens. It's the place where my soul truly comes alive. I wanted to show Van a different side of me, share something personal and vulnerable. And boy, was I nervous as we stepped into that room.
I unveiled my latest painting—a powerful image of a little girl with tears streaming down her face, clutching a black rose. It's a metaphor for my own life journey, Diary. When I was just six years old, my mom passed away while giving birth to my younger brother, Rome. It was a tough blow, one that shaped me in ways I'm still figuring out.
Van stood there, his eyes locked on the painting, absorbing every stroke and emotion it conveyed. We stood in silence, Diary, but it was a silence that spoke volumes. It was like he understood the depth of my pain and the strength it took to put it on canvas. No words needed.
As we left the art room together, Van thanked me for sharing such a personal piece of my work. I could tell he was moved by it. It was a moment of connection, of vulnerability, that brought us closer in ways I couldn't have imagined.
And here's where it gets even more interesting, Diary. Van decided to treat me to the pancake house as a way to repay me for sharing my art. I was all in for that! The menu was filled with mouthwatering goodness, and my taste buds were ready for a party. But guess what? Van didn't order a single thing. Like, nada. It was a little odd, but hey, I'm all about embracing the quirks of life.
We sat at the same table, and I couldn't help but wonder why he wasn't digging into the deliciousness around us. But you know what? It didn't matter. We started chatting, and I let loose with my arsenal of funny stories about our classmates. Van's eyes sparkled with amusement, and it felt amazing to see him laugh. In that moment, Diary, I realized that laughter truly brings people together, no matter how different or mysterious they may seem.
So, the day wrapped up on a high note. Van might still be a bit of an enigma, but you know what? That's what makes him intriguing. I'm excited to peel back more layers and discover what makes him tick while sharing more of my own story.
Stay tuned for the next chapter, Diary. I have a feeling it's going to be one for the books.
Till next time,
Lili
- Writer
