Chapter 2 – The Diary
It felt like a continuation of the last scene…
He pulled me into a gentle embrace, his voice soft and filled with concern.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his breath warm against my ear.
I blinked in confusion. “What… what are you talking about?”
He smiled faintly, as if he already knew the answer. “I know everything… everything you wrote in your diary.”
My heartbeat quickened. “Yes,” I whispered, “everything.”
He nodded, his eyes calm and assuring. “Then stop worrying. I’m here now—to solve all your problems.”
I hesitated for a moment before replying softly, “Okay.”
There was a pause, and then he asked again, “Is what you wrote in your diary… true?”
“Yes,” I said, lowering my eyes. “But please… don’t ask me anything more about it.”
He chuckled lightly. “Okay, baby girl.”
His words wrapped around me like a lullaby. “It’s very late,” he murmured. “You should go to sleep.”
He tucked me into bed, brushed a strand of hair from my face, and whispered goodnight before leaving the room.
When the door closed behind him, silence filled the air.
I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts spinning.
Who was he? Where did he come from? And how did he know about my diary?
Restless, I sat up and started searching for it. My diary—my secret world.
But it was gone.
I looked everywhere—in drawers, under the pillow, even inside my school bag—but it wasn’t there.
Yet I clearly remembered keeping it inside that bag.
Panic settled in my chest.
The night grew darker, the silence heavier. A strange fear crawled through me.
To calm myself, I played BTS songs on my phone, letting their voices fill the emptiness.
Slowly, my eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted into sleep—still wondering if everything that happened… was just a dream.