28th March, 20??
Flashcards.
Dear Dia,
Today wasn't that interesting… or perhaps I just want to subtly land the blow that I'm writing this entry this late because I had spent my day with… someone.
The night after the truce, I slept well for someone who hadn't been sure she did the right thing. But waking up today, I was only allowed a moment before the memories came crashing. The truce. Henry. Our conversation. Being grounded. My hunger strike. It all came rushing in like fluttering my eyes open had unlocked whatever door holding them at bay.
The regret should have hit me fresh but for some reason, it didn't feel like that. It felt strange… like it hadn't been me who said and did all those things the previous night. I had to stare myself down in the mirror for some minutes wondering if there was another being underneath the self that stared back at me.