His Diary

Before inserting the disc into the projector, I waited for a moment. It would have been way too embarrassing if it had contained Kevin's adult collection.

Thankfully, it wasn't.

After a few seconds, the screen turned black, and a little stage appeared. I paid attention to what the presenter stated.

"Now, please welcome Jillian from class F. He will perform 'The Snow Prince' as a solo. Please have fun!"

Class F?

Oh, yes, this was my high school graduation recital.

The curtain parted to expose my 16-year-old face, considerably younger than it was now, with a sombre expression and an indescribably funny tinge of baby fat.

My eyes sparkled. I wasn't always as ugly as I am now... Maybe Kevin fell in love with the old and lovely me?

The footage, which the school kept for archive purposes, was in high definition. I recognized a familiar face as the camera went across the audience.

I returned to pause the footage. It was Kevin.

In his twenties, he looked much different, with bright eyes and