understand how is this possible. How did this got here? how did her diary got here? “ He must've read it. He cannot be like this i

s, watching Sliver quickly pulls out a couple of drawers looking like he was in a des

en we write diaries, we

a smooth answer from him. She knows Silver, his very witty, aloof, open minded and considerate. Grudges

ken out from the fifth drawer at the unit stand, upholding a 45 centimitre Television. Took out the silver key from his red tracks on the pockets from his pants

the right places. Slim yet too thick to learn to be a proffessional dancer overnight if he wanted to but his figure was far from being a stuck u

o it's no wonder. He has the bulky, ....? bac

ck. “The need to do that is unnecessary, Becca must've given you for....” She cuts, se

eager to flee out. Her jaws jamming, her throat exceedingly going dry. In her head she's frustrated for dragging to sa

bout to perish in

d she even wrote it down. Just when when her feet we're about to follow behind him. He suddenly halted his feet and stopped right there in the middle of an opened door. Even w

eing a little progress of the change of his mind and she's thinking maybe this is her chance. But the chance that she's so terrified of, at what he'll tu

mass carried by his words that affected her in any way he could have said them “Huh?” She stuttered. Silver finally let'

ing to mouth something but nothing seems to be responsive yet. Her mind is frozen dead she still cannot believe he knows everything. “Silver knows everything?” She pinche

ng to answer and he was not interested to know why. “No, N–No” She grasped so shook, inhaling the air that could fill the whole tank of water that her stomach r

It deadly turned into a fail, as her face denies to even bows away. Her eyeballs stuck in their sockets, drawn in by Silver's emotional, burning stare. The stare that had eyes th

alf past Seven in the morning she still remembers. The day on Saturday that he bumped into him at the

s she happened to be mentally dwelling at her own thoughts. Sat ankle crossed