The solemnity of silence was broken by the squeak of the old wooden door. Arm in arm they tiptoed into the darkened room clinging to each other for balance. The air was stale; reeking of residual loneliness, but they did not notice. They'd forgotten how to breathe.
The journal immediately caught their eye. Dread, gripping at their souls like the devil himself, disabled their limbs, causing them to collapse into each other. It was time, they knew, and together they reached for the forbidden book.
Collective tears poured like rain, rippling pages and conveying thoughts that grieving tongues dare not utter.
To love someone so much, to know so little....
If only they'd known about the secret chapters.....
Oh Darlene, how I have missed your writing. It's like you put your soul into every word. Scratch that, I KNOW you do. I am so glad you are here my friend. xoxo
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