Scarlet dropped the diary on the table and stared at it for a while. Earlier today, she was determined to get the answer to what the date meant, she wanted to know how it connected to her, to that fateful day where she lost her father, she wanted to know how her fate had been suddenly decided and engraved in a diary he got for her. Now she knows her fate had been decided by something else, something she must have missed along the way.
What could it then be? She questioned herself.
Going to her bed, she sat on it and stared at the wall. She tried to think, to go deeper into her thoughts and search her memories. She tried to picture her father and bring him alive in her memory. She wants to hear him say something to her. She wants…to feel his warmth, but even as she tried, there was only a blank page, a blank memory.
