When Alexander opened his eyes, it was already noon the following day. Like a man walking around with his soul missing, he returned to the place that had once been called home. The house was completely empty, and every trace of me had disappeared.
The only things left behind were a few of his own belongings, piled in a corner like worthless junk by the new owner.
A cleaner was sweeping the room when she noticed him. She walked over and handed him a cardboard box.
"Sir, these are some old items the previous owner left behind. Do you still want to keep them?"
Alexander accepted the box without a word.
Inside the corner of the box, he found a locked diary and a thick stack of medical records. The key was hanging from the diary clasp.
He opened the journal and saw my graceful yet fading
