My phone ranged
''Hello''
''Where is my diary Sabrina? ''
''I don't know''
''Where is it''
''I don't know''
''well I m here in New York ''
''Be in New York '', I disconnected.
His diary acted as a lullaby.
I waked up at 7 and was getting ready for school.
The school was boring. I must but cannot say I was freaking out .I attended all the classes. The school ended.
I ran home and relaxed
Later, I continued to read the diary.
16th April, 2018
I saw her again in the park. She was quite. I was feeling like someone has put an ice on top of my heart. It was chilled like a chilly classy cold corona .
I came closer. Her blue moon eyes meets mine green. With some resolution. I instantly asked her name. ''Rose!'', she smiled. I ran home
Her appearance can make it explicit 'she was Rose'. Rose which indeed has thorns. Rose which is beautifully sculpted and of course Rose which I loved.
I again ran towards park. She was invisible. I sat on the chair where she sat. I looked the new world where the birds were chirping , the bubbles moving, the plants dancing in mild air.
And Rose - pure rarest British Rose. I looked at the rose.
My mind is filled with rose, rose, rose, rose, rose, rose, rose, rose, rose, rose, rose, rose and rose.