Destiny
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Forty-seven times.
That's how many times I've read this page. What the hell was going on? Everything Sean told me last night, every feeling he poured out, every little detail was written in my journal.
Everything.
Now, I'm not saying he faked it. I would never even put a second thought to it. Last night was the most real it could get. No one could fake a broken heart.
"Des, you okay?"
I look up at Saffron, eyeing me.
"You've been stuck on that one page since you got here," Mrs. Knight adds in, as she places two cups of hot cocoa onto the table.
"What are you reading anyway?" She questions.
I close my journal shut. "Nothing. It's nothing."
Am I going crazy? I avert my eyes and analyze my journal once more. It was just after midnight when I wrote this. I had just turned thirteen. I picked up my pen and everything was wonky from there.
My pen.
Mrs. Knight.