Chapter 10

"I thought it's a novel, but I guess it's fancy old diary of some sort." The girl said as she turned page after page on the dusty old book. She was just supposed to take a little peek at it's contents but she can't help but relate to every entry he wrote, she was able to see what he was like back then, , she concludes. She was yet to be born to be even able meet her grandfather back then, all she knows is that he looks like her due to the photos that hung upon their humble living room.

Her heart squeezed whilst reading this, her grandfather is such a caring and understanding man, no wonder her fell so hard for him. , the teen assumed as she closed her grandfather's diary and stuffed it on her bag.

. She thought, her hand gripping the strap of her bag tightly as she walked out the door.

The white noise she hears as she walks out to the town was almost calming, . If not for the muted whispers she hears amongst the wind as she walks by.

'' A taunting voice whispered on the teen's ear, its cool breath tickling their neck; it sends shivers down her spine.

'' it's almost as if there's an invisible being looming over her; like a village overcast with morning fog— it was gloomy.

'' A different voice called from the abyss, its foggy hand gently caressing the corner of her lips as if urging her to smile.

.

'' The voice held her cheeks tighly as it spoke, its touch felt like it was burning on her skin the longer it stays.

'' The voice laughed, its booming sound painfully runged in her ears with each syllable, almost deafening her ear drums.

'And boring things would eventually be thrown out and discarded, they would eventually discarded.'

A choir of laughter reverberates throughout the abyss, mocking the teen before them. She felt like she's drowning, unable to breathe under shallow waters.

"Just lift your head, that's right."

"It's okay, just breathe. I'm here." A voice so familiar, so soothing; caressing gentle strokes upon her weary head. She was finally brought back to reality, her vision blurry— she search for the owner of the voice.

"Ca... Milo?"

"Welcome back, ." He said with a relieved smile, brushing stray strands of hair away from her face.

"Y'know, this is the second time I've seen you like this; crouched down on the ground muttering to yourself with words I don't understand— I'm worried for you."

She reached out, gripping the edge his yellow poncho tightly— almost like a cry for help. The words she'd like to say seems to be stuck on her throat, unable to come out, she doesn't know what's happening to her and she's terrified.