Mandy's Diary Today
I don't know when would I open this room again. The last time I came here was when Justin was going to auction off all of the stuffs. Fortunately, the things in this room were not removed. I don't want to remember him anymore, but as someone who once loved him—and the only person who still loves him to this day—I have to defend him.
Pressing my lips together to form a symmetrical line, my feet move slowly, stepping into the aromatherapy room. Arriving next to the sofa, I put the music box on the table. I want to try it. I turned the lever on the music box. The three white horses on the thing rotate clockwise, like a real merry-go-round. Hearing the music from the music box, my lips reflexively formed a smile. I bit my lower lip. Then the smile on my lips disappeared after the music player stopped.
