Sierra sat in front of her desk, pulled her diary and started writing. She wasn't someone who updated her diary every day; she did it thrice a week, maybe four if the week was eventful. However, what mattered was that she had to write it down. For her, for someone else, she had that feeling she had to write it down, like a book. Describing everything and making some twists, she would never know that she had a fan who read it every day.
"I don't like him. I hate him but he keeps popping in my thoughts often and I hate him more for it."
There was a theory she wanted to think about. Since that day, she started hating Duncan. Hating him felt disturbingly familiar to being in love with him. Obviously, she had never loved for her to know what love was but from the talks she picked around, it felt like it. She compared both of them and it was surprisingly stupid to do so but she got to a conclusion. She hated him.
