Dear Diary : He's The One

His hand gripped both of hers, pinning them firmly above her head as he pressed her against the wall. In his other hand, he held the diary aloft, the pages trembling slightly as if mirroring the tension in the air. A mischievous smirk danced across his lips as he leaned closer, his voice low and teasing, "Are you really going to deny that this is yours?"



She froze, her gaze locked onto the diary before flicking up to meet his eyes. Her breaths came shallow, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to find her voice. When she finally spoke, it was barely a whisper, the words fragile and laden with sorrow. "not mine" she said, her voice catching as tears brimmed in her eyes, spilling over onto her cheeks.