"Tribe?" I asked, forgetting how to breathe.
"They rewrite history when they see a rewritten story."
He immediately turned away, disappearing into the crowd, but I remained frozen in place.
"Hey, Nova!" my friend Mira called out, "You seem panicked. Is the math test bothering you?"
"Oh, yeah." I murmured, as I stepped into math class with her.
I somehow went through the day without breaking apart. But as I reached home, my body compelled me to pick up my diary.
It was a beautiful thing, and I loved it as if it were my best friend.
Writing stories inside these particular pages felt more comforting than anything, as if the ink would reach out to hug me every time I scratched a word into the book.
But I knew, this diary was not meant for me to keep writing in. I couldn't continue this, or my life could never be normal.
I held back my tears as I tossed the diary into the trash can, but I stood looking at it for an hour afterwards, my mind flashing through every story I had written inside it, every word I had never said out loud.
But I somehow also felt as if a pressure had been lifted from my heart.
The time I spent with that diary was a time full of miracles, and a part of my life that somehow felt...different
But everyone has to make difficult choices.
No one should hesitate if they believe it's the right choice—even if it involves leaving behind their comfort.
So the next day, I bought a new diary, but this time I made sure to pick it from the brightest shelf in an ordinary store.
And I began to write about my own life experiences, so that no other innocent life would be harmed ever again.
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