Saad's pov:
Opening the journal with a frown on my face, I wondered what could be written in it that she had started crying.
The reports which I found were from four years back, when she actually found out about her condition. The starting pages had creases on them, as if someone had crumpled them before realising what it actually had in it. I wondered why she would do that.
But I didn't have to think about it much because soon enough, all of my questions were answered when I started reading her journal. It felt a bit odd, reading someone else's thoughts, someone who had poured their heart out not for anyone but only for themselves.
I felt like I was breaching someone's privacy, but this time curiosity got the best of me and I couldn't stop myself. Afterall, it was the mysterious woman's journal, wasn't it?
17th March, 2015
My dearest Daniyal,