The Journey of them:

Dolly:

I took out the diary, feeling torn between curiosity and apprehension. I wondered if reading it might deepen my doubts or sadness. I didn't want to risk being hurt by the story within.

But the urge to uncover its secrets was strong, so I decided to focus on the diary and opened it.

The first entry read:

"This is the story of me and Marcus. It contains every kind of emotion we've shared. I don't want to forget these beautiful memories until the end of my life, so I'm writing down every detail of our experiences. My hope is that when I open this book, I'll relive those moments as vividly as when they first happened."

Ok Let me assume Dean as Marcus and Wang as writer of the dairy, I want to imagine it while reading. I opened the book and continued reading it.

"I felt the rough cords digging into my wrists, my hands bound tightly. Cavin, who was nearby, appeared to be in distress, his body smeared with blood. The faces of the people around me were hidden, adding to my fear.

They forcefully led me into a car, blindfolding me along the way. I had no idea where we were going. The car eventually stopped, and I could sense that we were being taken into a large building. They untied my hands and shoved me into a room.

Desperate, I screamed for help, but my cries were met with silence. Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. When I turned slightly, I saw a man standing there, his body still glistening with water from a recent shower. He was wrapped only in a towel.

He lifted a gun and aimed it directly at my head. My heart raced, and I closed my eyes, struggling to control my heavy breathing as fear consumed me."

 I throwed the dairy after reading few lines, it is really like crime story, but wanted to know what happened to him, I just picked the book and started reading from where I stopped.

After a few seconds, I opened my eyes and realized it was just a dream. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, knowing it wasn't real. I had been so terrified for nothing.

Shaking off the unsettling feeling, I continued with my day.

"Hi, I'm Jack, and I work at a coffee shop. It's been a year since my mom left, and since Calvin entered my life, everything has been so much better. I haven't felt alone since he came into it.

It's 8 in the morning, and I headed to the coffee shop. Fridays are always busy at our place, and I worked continuously for three hours. By the afternoon, the crowd had thinned, so I took out a diary from my bag and started writing about my thoughts. I usually write about the emotions I observe and feel, but today, I wanted to write about someone related to my recent dream.

I know I'm just a normal guy, but when I feel in danger, I fantasize about being with someone who could cut all the ties, break all the rules, and be ruthless, even with himself."

What kind of person could be so ruthlessly fierce? I wondered if Jack had ever met someone like that.

In the diary, Jack wrote:

"A man with a bigger frame who exudes danger just by looking into his eyes. A tender smile when he smiles at me. He never trusts anyone, is always kind to children and the weak. He's passionate about bikes, a fighter, and he always makes me feel butterflies in my stomach when I see him."

Calvin, who had come by, saw me writing and snatched the book from my hands. He started reading aloud, and I felt a bit embarrassed.

"Wow, you have a real talent here. If you stopped working here and pursued a writing career, you could go far," Calvin said with admiration.

"Stop it, it's just some rubbish written on paper," I replied, trying to downplay it.

"Okay, here's your lunch. I'll come back to pick you up at 8:00 PM. Be ready; we're going out for dinner," Calvin said with a smile.

I blushed and nodded as he patted my head before leaving the shop. Ever since Calvin came into my life, everything seemed so positive. However, I feared losing him, and I frequently had the same troubling dream. People say that happiness attracts misfortune, and I hoped that day would never come.

At 8:00 PM, Calvin arrived to pick me up. I had dressed neatly after finishing my work. We went to a restaurant, ordered our food, and enjoyed a pleasant meal together. During dinner, Calvin received a call from an unknown number. The number looked familiar; I remembered he had received a call from it a few days ago. He stepped outside to take the call, and I wondered why he hadn't saved the number.

After ten minutes, he returned and sat next to me. He opened a small box, and to my astonishment, Calvin proposed to me. It was the most unforgettable moment of my life. I nodded, accepting his proposal with a heart full of joy.

I was kicking my bed in the joy as when I read Jack and Calvin proposal time, if I were know about them I would have definitely arranged the event to them as they can remember it whole life. I started reading to know next.

As Calvin was about to slide the ring onto my finger, I heard a commotion behind me. I turned around to see a man in a black suit, who swiftly snatched the ring from Calvin's hand and threw it aside. He then lifted me over his shoulder. My screams for help echoed through the restaurant, but he silenced me with a menacing "Shhhhhhhhhhhh... be quiet, I don't like noise."

Calvin attempted to intervene, drawing a gun from his pocket and aiming it at the intruder. But as soon as the gun appeared, around twenty more men in black suits emerged, their own weapons drawn and ready. Two of them forced Calvin to kneel.

"Don't you know who I am?" the man in the suit growled. "How dare you interrupt me. From now on, he's mine. Don't even dream about him, or you'll have to deal with me."

The man dragged me away by my hands and forced me into his car. I looked back at Calvin, who had his head bowed in defeat. My joy and happiness had been shattered in an instant, replaced by fear and despair.

I was now forced to sit with the person who had ruined everything. I had always feared that something bad would enter my life, but I never imagined it would be this dark. I had hoped for a savior, the kind of man I had written about in my diary, to rescue me from this nightmare. But reality was harsh and unforgiving. At that moment, I hated everything and felt utterly trapped.

Here's a polished continuation of the scene, reflecting Dolly's frustration and curiosity:

As I closed the diary, my mood was completely ruined after just a couple of pages. I felt frustrated and disheartened by the dark turn of events in the story. I decided to return the diary to Wang, but as I thought about it, I realized that the names in the diary were different from his. I began to question whether it even belonged to him.

Was the diary really Wang's, or did he pick it up by mistake, just as I had? "Oops, it's not picking, it's stealing," my inner voice chided.

Regardless, I planned to return the diary to him by morning. After dinner, I went back to the resort and tried to sleep, but my mind was restless.

The next morning, I woke up early and took the diary to Wang's room. I banged on the door repeatedly, but there was no answer. Just then, a room service attendant approached and informed me that Wang had checked out an hour ago.

Frustrated with myself for taking the diary in the first place, I slumped onto the beach, my thoughts fixated on the diary and the story within it. I was eager to find out what happened next, but now I was left with unanswered questions and a sense of regret.