But before he could close the diary, his name caught his attention.
Maxim paused and despite his reluctance to invade her privacy, his curiosity got the best of him.
So he skimmed past his name which was in the middle of the page and started reading from the beginning of that page.
'Dear Diary, you probably hate me now, don't you? As silly as it is, I am certain that even your lifeless self is sick of me and my constant whinings by now. Sometimes I wonder if that is why Warner and I are no longer friends. Was I just too clingy, irritating, and meddlesome for not respecting his boundaries? Was I at fault?
It has been one month since our exams. We did not meet each other again. He did not contact me and I did not do it as well. Why would I? He blocked my number at one point. I have my pride. If he doesn't want to talk to me, so be it. I won't die without him.
