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he began, "I've been thinking about us and the future." Cynthia looked up from her meal, her gaze soft and attentive. "What's on your mind, Roberick?" Roberick reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. It was a beautifully crafted journal with blank pages, waiting to be filled with memories. He handed it to Cynthia. "I want us to create a journal of our journey together, filled with our thoughts, dreams, and experiences. Something we can look back on as the years pass." Cynthia's eyes shimmered with emotion as she accepted the journal. "Roberick, that's a lovely idea. I cherish our moments together, and this journal will be a precious keepsake."

I roast him for having exactly nine identical black t-shirts, and he fires back by questioning why I need four different types of hairbrushes. But the lighthearted mood takes a genuinely bizarre turn when Aiden unzips his backpack to pull out his school stuff. Out tumbles his advanced calculus textbook, and along with it, an antique leather journal that looks decades old. I lean over, picking up the journal. "What's in the journal? Hidden formulas to solve the universe?" Aiden blinks, a sudden, endearing flush creeping up his neck as he quickly snatches the ancient journal out of my hands. He handles it with a strange mix of reverence and panic.

A shiver ran down my spine. Retracing my steps, I padded over to the table, which had the item lying on it. It was a book, a really, really old book. Flipping through the pages, I discovered it was a journal, its pages detailing the fall of a great alpha king. My brows scrunched. What the hell is an alpha? However, before I could read further, an unseen force hit me, nearly sweeping me off my feet.

After Lilac fell asleep again—her hand still resting over mine, her breathing finally soft and even—I got up. I didn’t turn on the overhead light—just my laptop and the small lamp by the desk. My journal app open on the screen. I was never big on handwritten journals, mostly because, as Darius likes to say, I have the handwriting of a serial killer. So, instead, I designed this secure journal app to keep all my private thoughts written out, not always in a manner that makes sense to others, but I always understand. The cursor blinked on a blank document, quiet and expectant. It was time. Not to fight, not this second. But to say something.

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I took a pic of me eating and posted with the hashtag #latenightsnack I washed the leftover dishes and went upstairs to freshen up and get ready for bed When I came out of the bathroom the first thing I noticed was the brown paper packed with books and that old journal slipping out of my bag I crawled over to the middle of my bed to check it out. I opened the bag completely and brought out all the books, I picked up the journal and it actually looked really old, especially the leather on it, then I remembered Mr Jonathan's word's '...That book will test you...' I took a deep breath and opened the book. The pages were.... Blank?? I flipped through the book and it was the same I actually didn'

I wasn’t. “May I have it back?” ‘You should give it back, you rude twat!’ Bane scolded me. I took the book up to my eyes and scanned the content. Save for a few words on the front, it was relatively empty. “Oh. It’s a journal,” I rolled my eyes. “And it’s empty,” she had an accusing look on her face…one that made me frown as I handed the book back to her. “What?” “You know, since you forgot things…you didn’t think keeping a daily log of things would help you remember when your memory goes ‘poof!’?”