Mystery/suspense
1 min
Diary
Ruiwen Huang
The lock clicked again. I sighed, pulled out the key, and my foot nudged something, a leather notebook.
Dark blue cover, no name. Curious, I opened it.
"March 12th, cloudy. At the café, she smiled at the book. The sunlight caught her eyelashes just then, like golden feathers. I guess it was a funny novel."
Neat handwriting, recording a boy's nervous, sweet longing. I leaned against the table and read on.
"March 15th, rainy. We shared an umbrella. Her hair carried the scent of gardenia. It feels like fate."
"March 20th, sunny. We walked a long way. She talked about the ginkgo tree from her childhood. Her eyes were sparkling. I secretly kept a strand of hair that fell from her."
I couldn't help smiling. So beautiful, so affectionate.
"April 2nd, cloudy. She said she has been feeling watched lately, a bit scared. I will always protect her."
"April 10th, starless night. She knows I like my latte unsweetened. When she handed it to me, her finger lightly brushed mine. Her hand was so warm. Soon, I'll be able to take care of her forever."
The last entry was dated today, the ink still fresh, pressed so deeply that almost pierced the page: "April 11th. We will never be apart."
I closed it, a warm feeling spreading in my heart. What a perfect ending.
Just then, there came the faintest sound of footsteps behind me. A gentle, smiling male voice whispered right by my ear:
"Darling, do you like the love letters I wrote?"
I do not even have time to turn around.
An icy sharpness plunged into my back, piercing through my body. Pain. Blood quickly soaked through my clothes. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Only the diary slipped from my weakening grip and fell into the spreading blood.
In my blurring vision, I saw that familiar leather shoes stop before me, and heard his satisfied sigh:
"Now, at last... we will never be apart."
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