~ Third Person's Point of View ~
Emilia was looking for a particular book on the shelf while Jack was sitting on a dusty, old chair.
He was flipping the grimy pages of a book, thinking that it was the one that he was searching for almost an hour.
Jack said, "Did you found something?"
"Found nothing, except this ancient, torn pages from a diary!"
Emilia walked closer to him and handed it that he deferred quickly. "I thought it would scatter throughout the floor! Good thing that it was kept in a sealed envelope."
Jack said.
He took a deep breath while getting everything inside. Emilia gave him an abrupt smirk as she continues to search for an interesting book.
Inside of it, there were five torn pages. Emilia was right, that the pages came from a diary. He narrowed his eyes when he realized that it was the art of his grandmother's diary.
