Dylan's POV...
The morning sun poured through the curtains of the windows and tickled on my closed eyes. I opened my eyes in a slow manner and saw the person who was beside me the whole night has already disappeared, the sweetest scent has gone. But where is she?
My eyes searched for her in every corner of the room.
"Mysterious, isn't it?"
It's her voice which was almost like a whisper. It's coming from the balcony.
So what's she doing there? Talking? With whom?
I got up from the couch and made my way to ambled towards the balcony, rubbing the back of my neck. The couch was really tiny for two. But I didn't hate it. Because of the tiny space, she was close to me. Wait! Am I being a pervert? Being a little pervert is okay, isn't it?
I stopped by the table beside the bed as I saw a diary on it. It's her. The cover of the diary was designed with feathers of peacocks. Can I open it? Will she mind?
