My Diary , His Eyes
Sweet LoveTeenagerBetrayalLove-TriangleFirst LoveVictimGoodgirlContemporary
Isla Reeves has one rule: feelings stay in the diary.
She's kept that rule for five years. Written every embarrassing, private, necessary truth in pages she thought were safe — until the morning she wakes up to eleven thousand shares and the realization that her best friend has put every word on the internet.
Including the four pages about Marcus Ellis.
Running to Paris was supposed to be the escape. A summer exchange program, a new city, a chance to be nobody for a while. What she didn't plan for was a quiet, guarded roommate named Theo who notices everything, says almost nothing, and draws her face in the margins of his sketchbook without telling her.
She didn't plan for Marcus to follow her across an ocean either.
When Theo suggests they fake date to keep Marcus away, Isla agrees. It's practical. It's temporary. It has rules.
The rules last exactly one week.
What Isla doesn't know is what changes everything — is that Theo already read her diary. Every word. Before they even met.
And he came to Paris anyway.
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Chapter: 007 First LightThe café was called Café de Flare, she didn't quite grab it and didn't bother to ask the second time.It was small — four tables inside, two outside on the pavement under a green awning,a chalkboard hung behind the counter, listing the day's roasts in a warm, swirling cursive script adorned with tiny chalk doodles of steam clouds.The man behind the counter was maybe sixty and looked like he'd been making coffee in this exact spot since before Isla was born. He didn't greet them. He looked up, assessed, and went back to what he was doing, which felt less rude than honest.Theo ordered in French.He said something short and direct and the man behind the counter nodded and that was that.Isla ordered a coffee by pointing at the chalkboard and saying un café, s'il vous plaît and the man looked at her for a painfully long beat, blinking as if trying to decipher a completely foreign dialect, making her instantly regret opening her mouth.They took one of the outside tables.Paris at six-thi
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Chapter: 006 The Second MessageShe woke up at six-fourteen.She wasn't woken up by the alarm, her body apparently was no longer interested in sleeping past the point where the thinking started.The room was grey with early light. Theo was still asleep on the other side, turned toward the wall, one arm hanging off the edge of the mattress. His sketchbook was closed on the desk. The courtyard outside the window was empty and quiet and smelled like lavender that needed water.Paris.She lay there for a moment letting it be true. She was in Paris. Away from Ohio,from Sofie and most especially from Marcus.She picked up her phone.Sofie: Isla I need to explain. Please just let me explain. It's not what you think.12:01am.And then below it, sent four minutes later:Sofie: I'm sorry. I know that doesn't fix what I did. I hope you know that it was an accident and I am sorry.I have known you for six years and I knew you would figure out the second you saw your journal on the internet.I just — Marcus texted me. Two weeks ag
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Chapter: 005 What Marcus SaidShe opened it.She didn't mean to. Or maybe she did. Either way her thumb moved before her brain finished the debate and the message was open and she was reading it and there was no taking it back.“Isla. I know you're probably not checking these. But what I read — I need you to know that I had no idea. About any of it. About how you felt. About how long you'd been feeling it. And I know this is the worst possible timing and you're probably somewhere far away trying to forget everything and I'm the last person you want to hear from right now but I can't just pretend I didn't read it.“I should have seen it. I should have paid more attention. And I'm sorry I didn't.”“When you're ready to talk — I'll be here.”“Marcus.”She read it three times.Then she put her phone face down on the bed and stared at the ceiling of Room 14 and thought about the specific cruelty of getting the message you'd spent a year and a half wanting at the worst possible moment in the worst possible way.Marcus h
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Chapter: 004 ArrivalsCharles de Gaulle Airport was too big, too loud, and smelled like recycled air and expensive coffee.Isla loved it immediately.Nobody here knew her name. Nobody was holding a screenshot of her handwriting. Nobody was looking at her with that look of pity and curiosity that she'd been dreading since she woke up to her journal being posted on the Internet and a text from Marcus Ellis that she still hadn't opened.She stood in the arrivals hall with her suitcase and her program welcome packet and the particular exhaustion that came not from the nine-hour flight but from crying on and off for most of it while pretending she wasn't. The man in the window seat had noticed somewhere over the Atlantic — he had quietly set a small pack of tissues on the shared armrest without looking at her or saying anything. She'd taken them without saying anything either.It was the kindest interaction she'd had in four days.She found the program sign outside Terminal 2D — a student holding a piece of pap
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Chapter: 003 Going To ParisIsla woke up to her phone buzzing.Not the alarm. The other kind of buzzing — the rapid, relentless kind that meant multiple notifications arriving at the same time. She reached for it with her eyes still half closed and squinted at the screen.Seven texts. Three missed calls. A string of notifications from Instagram ,an app she barely used.She sat up.The first text was from a number she barely recognized. A girl from her chemistry class sophomore year. They hadn't spoken since.“Isla. your diary. it's everywhere.”She stared at the message for a long time trying to grasp it.Then she opened the next one. Same thing, different person. Then another. Then another. All of them saying some version of the same sentence in different words — ‘have you seen’, ‘are you okay’, ‘oh my god isla’ and she was reading them but not processing them, her brain doing that thing where it received information and refused to believe it at the same time.She opened the app.Screenshots. Pages and pages of
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Chapter: 002 Twelve MinutesIsla got home at four-fifteen.Her mom was in the kitchen doing the thing she did on Friday afternoons — cooking something that didn't need to be complicated but became complicated anyway, two pots going, a cutting board covered in things that didn't obviously belong together."How was the last day?" her mom asked without turning around."Fine.""Just fine?""It felt like every other day except louder."Her mom laughed softly. "That sounds about right." She looked over her shoulder. "Did you confirm Paris?"Isla set her bag down on the kitchen chair. "Yeah. I did."Her mom turned around fully then, wooden spoon in hand, and her face did the thing — that specific combination of proud and emotional that she tried to keep contained and never quite managed. "Baby.""Don't cry.""I'm not crying.""Your eyes are doing the thing.""I'm cooking." She turned back to the stove. "I'm glad you confirmed it. You needed to say yes to something."Isla didn't respond to that. She grabbed an apple fro
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