A week had passed, and Thea had ‘almost’ forgotten about her dream of reading something in that diary. But she never opened it again, maybe afraid to believe that it wasn’t a dream. Thea worked as a part-time writer for a publishing house, a small one but still, the deadlines were what you call a writer’s nightmare. Her concept for a short story this time was ‘the villain falling in love with the protagonist’. A lot of ideas but nothing to write, Thea slouched on the couch and her eyes again landed on the diary she somewhat dreaded opening it, but it intrigued her to no end and she got up and picked it up, deciding to end this stupid hallucination by writing in the diary herself.
Opening the diary, she saw that those pages were blank as they were when she got it home. She started writing the plot for her next story, making notes about the character and their background. Lucus the villain and Henry the protagonist, never having enough of hating each other.
“I felt it was a crime to fall in love with the man I want to ruin, but maybe that’s what’s going to ruin the both of us,” Thea wrote in the diary. What she didn’t expect was to get a reply to it “Love was never kind to anyone who dared to do the forbidden”. She dropped the diary in shock, to stun to move, mind racing with all possible explanations but none could help her relieve the wreck those words created in her mind. She sat on the floor trying to regulate her breathing, with shivering hands she picked up the diary hoping to not see those words again. But it was there, all of it and the next few pages as well.
She felt heavy in her heart when she started reading what had conspired the day after Sam saw had helped the man and the woman escape some people.
“I don’t think I’ll be having any normal day till I stay at this place. Father sent a letter along with a photo of a woman who’s supposedly the woman he wants me to get married to, the daughter of a noble friend of his along with a shock that she’ll be arriving the next week to see me. I do not have a choice, if I had one, I wouldn’t be at this place in the first place. It’s all gloomy here, no one to talk to, the Indian’s hate us for obvious reasons and my colleagues think too high mighty of themselves. But something interesting did happen, I saw that man again, but he didn’t have a beard this time, maybe just a way to conceal his identity and I don’t know why I still haven’t reported him, maybe I’m just fed up with all of it.
I want to see that man again, I don’t know why but I do. I’m intrigued by who he is, what is he doing and why is he on the run. It’s really that simple I guess. I have to get a place for Lina to stay, the woman who’s going to be my bride. I wish I could just leave. Is there anyone to just talk to me?”
Thea did not know what came over but she picked her pen which was still lying on the floor and wrote on the next page “Yes, I am here”. Time passed but she did not get a reply and called herself stupid and delusional to even think that there was something written in the diary in the first place.
She had her dinner and lied on the bed picking up the diary to write a few points for her story when she saw that there was something written, not legible as if someone had written it with quivering hands, “who is it? How can this be possible?” She rubbed her eyes to make sure that she wasn’t hallucinating but the text stayed.
“I am Thea, who are you? How can I talk to someone through a diary? How is this even possible? Is this some kind of prank?” The reply she got was similar to her reaction, she wasn’t the only one who was stunned by all of this. “I am Samuel Knight, I don’t know how we can have a conversation but I am too stunned and curious at the same time to let it go as my imagination. This does not seem like a joke to me, there is no magic like this here. Only the rabbits coming out of a hat is the one I ever saw, maybe this diary will show me one too.”
Thea did not know how to react, laugh at the message that appeared on those blank pages, or just burn the whole diary and sleep like nothing ever happened. The latter one seemed like a good option, but a curious cat she was to let it all go.
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