Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  As I stared at them, I froze.

  “X Year, X Month, X Day. Clear Day. To truly love someone is to hope to have all of him. Let go and wish him happiness? But how can there be such selfless love in this world?”


  Beneath was an inscription in Dongyu’s delicate yet strong handwriting.?

  My heart almost stopped.

  I turned the page. At the end of the page was his handwriting again.

  ——


  …


  I turned to the last page.

  “Year X, month X, day X. Dongyu, have you ever liked me, even just a little?”


  …


  I slammed the diary shut and stood up. I looked around and seemed to see him in every corner of the room.

  I saw him tidying the bookcase for me.

  I saw him cleaning my room.

  I saw him sitting at the desk, writing in the diary.

  I saw him filling my room with all these memories.

  In a daze, I flipped open the pages at the back of the diary. The originally blank pages were filled with the tiny words ‘I miss you’.

  They were written neatly, every word and every stroke was meticulously written. I could almost picture his back view as he sat at the desk and wrote all these.

  Occasionally, I’d flipped to a page with tear stains that had long dried up.

  I slowly traced over the lines of words with my fingers. I wanted to snap the diary shut, but my eyes seemed to be spell-bound and I couldn’t look away.

  Holding the diary in my hands, tears welled up in my eyes.

  In the years since I left home, I rarely shed tears…… Although I was alive, my heart seemed dead, and nothing could move it.