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She lives out loud in her mind-and writes it all down in secret.

Wunor is 17, quiet on the outside but overflowing with thoughts she can't say aloud. In her diary, she's honest, bold, and unfiltered. She writes about everything-her weird dreams, her fears, the boy she might be falling for, and the feeling that she doesn't quite fit in.

But what happens when the lines between her imagined world and real life start to blur?

WUNOR'S DIARY is a raw and emotional coming-of-age story about growing up, staying true to yourself, and finding power in your own voice.

WUNOR 'S DIARY

"Some friendships are not loud—they're simply there, steady like the earth under your feet when everything else trembles."

After the library… I didn't go straight home.

My feet took me to Jia's house without asking for permission.

She opened the door before I could knock.

"You look like a ghost that just got hugged," she said, pulling me inside.

I laughed. The kind of laugh that's half-sob.

We sat on the floor of her room, legs tangled in a sea of mismatched pillows.

She handed me a cup of steaming cocoa—two marshmallows, just how I like it.

And the space between us that now hummed like it was waiting for something to be born again.

"So... what do you think it means?" I asked.

Then she looked at me with her wise, forest-deep eyes.

"I think he's trying. And trying is sometimes louder than love."

"It still hurts though. Even if I understand him."

"Understanding someone doesn't always stop the bleeding," she whispered.

"It just helps you choose where to place the bandage."

There are people who mend you without touching your wounds.

She doesn't offer advice wrapped in glitter.

She gives me truth — warm, firm, and gentle.

She reminded me that I'm allowed to feel hurt.

That forgiveness doesn't mean forgetting the ache.

That loving someone doesn't mean losing yourself.

Later, we danced to old records in her room.

Took polaroids and wrote silly poems on the back.

For the first time in days, I felt like me again.

Not just Andrew's maybe-girlfriend.

Not the girl in the middle of rumors and long silences.

But Wunor — poet, dreamer, storm-survivor.

Maybe healing isn't always found in the person who hurt you.

Sometimes, it's found in the ones who never left.

Chapter 67: Jia’s Shoulders and Quiet Miracles