Willow only came back to her senses when the diary dropped from her shaky hands. She turned and looked at Rosie gasping as she felt suffocated. She clenched her fists and her nails dug into her palms as she walked listlessly towards her own room. She held the door for support.
Next day.
Willow held a mug of coffee as her hands shake, ''you have to be strong, Fate. You can't give yourself away like that. There is a reason for everything. Maybe she didn't tell you the truth because she was scared. Be more understanding and don't freak out'' Willow said, assuring herself.
After last night, she had made up her mind not to ask Rosie about what she found out. She had also decided not to pursue the matter.
