It's not till we lose something that we realize how important it was to us, or how bad it was for us. Evan knew that. Maybe because he had lost more than he had ever gained, he knew what a broken heart feels like.
Right now, Irenie is sitting in front of him, it's been a week since they were friends now. Evan is yet to stop idolizing Irenie but. He knows she doesn't wake up with the perfect hair, her voice isn't always calm, her eyes aren't always bright, and her heart doesn't belong to him.
"So, you always wanted to go out of this place?" Evan nodded. "Why? This village is a good place, it's quite here." "It is." He sips his tea.
"But, you're bound to get tired of things given for gratis. I grew up here. I lived with her for so long that the stillness turned into aggression, quietness turned into endless loneliness and caring people turned into known strangers. Things are bound to fade, Irenie."
"You should be a writer. Stop your computer stuff." Evan smiles. Irenie looks around the lawn as her eyes scan to find someone. and finally, they find someone. "Oh, James! Come here!" James looks at Evan, knowing that Evan's eyes desperately want him to leave him and Irenie alone, he chooses to join them.
"Oi Irenie! It's been a while. How long will you stay here for?" He asks as he successfully becomes the third wheeler, at least in Evan's eyes. "I'm not sure. Maybe for a few more weeks. I don't really want to go to the city for now." "Why? The city is cool." Evan asks. "The city is too loud. I feel it hard for me to adjust there." James agrees with Irenie as the nodes reluctantly.
"Irenie have you ever lost your diary?" Evan asks out of curiosity that he couldn't hold anymore, and he successfully shows himself as a stalker. The question should have been if Irenie writes a diary, and James now was more suspicious of Evan.
Irenie clears her throat. "How do you know about that?" Evan is now in a cold sweat. He wipes his hands on his jacket and says, "It was just a random guess. You look like someone who would write."
Before Irenie could ask any future questions her phone rings up.
Date- 1st Jan,
Today is new year's eve. I didn't write for a long time. It was not because I was too busy, but because I had no energy to write. I am annoyed at reality. I am irritated by the fact I can't change how messed up everything is, and I am more irritated by the fact that I know it's me who choose to not make a change.
I wish I didn't know so much.
- Irenie.