Justin, I held the cold diary I might have written about her, my fingers tightening slightly around its edges as the chill of the cover seeped into my skin, and stared at the small note stuck on the edge of the counter. The corner of it fluttered faintly under the slow spin of the ceiling fan, drawing my attention back again and again. The handwriting was neat, clear, and beautiful. My eyes traced each curve unconsciously before I reached for it, my fingertips brushing the paper with a strange hesitation. Her scent, sweet and floral, still lingered faintly in the air, and I found myself inhaling a little deeper than necessary, my chest rising before I could stop it. "She left?" I glanced at the door, my brows knitting together as a heavy sigh escaped from my chest, slower than I expected. "What a situation..." I placed the diary on the counter, though my hand lingered on it for a second longer, and decided to make myself a coffee when I noticed the pills still there. My fingers pa
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