Kimi's POV
For quite some time now, I have been on a quest to locate my diary. Searching high and low, through every nook and cranny of my room, I've come up empty. My heart sank as I realized it was nowhere to be found. It contained my thoughts, secrets, and memories, and the thought of losing it was particularly unsettling.
"Audrey, have you seen my diary?" I finally mustered the courage to ask my sister, hoping against hope that she had any idea of its whereabouts.
"It's in my drawer. In my room," she replied casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
I was taken aback. "Thanks, but what was it doing there?" I inquired, confusion creeping into my voice.
"You left it when you erased her," she responded, the concern evident in her tone.
Her words echoed in my mind, and I felt a dark cloud form over my thoughts. "Who did I erase? You've been repeating this phrase like a broken record," I shot back, frustrated at her cryptic hints.
"You'll see. Time will tell," Audrey said, leaving me with a sense of unease and an unanswered question.
Determined to understand, I rummaged through her drawer, finally discovering my diary at the bottom, slightly dusted over time. I clutched it tightly and hurried back to my own room. As I held it, I felt the weight of my past and all those hidden emotions waiting to spill out onto the pages. Just as I was about to revel in its contents, my phone buzzed loudly, startling me. The name "Elena" flashed across the screen, and I couldn't ignore the rush of mixed emotions that accompanied her name.
"Hey babe," I managed to say, an unexpected lump forming in my throat. Why was I reacting this way? The simple greeting stirred something deep within me, a nostalgic ache I couldn't quite place.
"Hey, um, can you meet me at Floral Resort?" Elena asked, her voice laced with a pleading tone that was impossible to ignore.
"Sure, when?" I asked, curiosity piqued.
"In the evening, at 7 PM," she replied, her urgency apparent.
"Meet you there, then," I responded, my mind racing with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.
After hanging up, I quickly gathered my thoughts and prepared for what lay ahead. I fetched a small bag and began to carefully pack my favorite necklace, a set of clothes, and of course, my diary. I felt a burning need to understand what secrets it held—maybe it would shed light on what had been erased from my memory, and perhaps it would also provide answers to the unsettling questions that had been swirling around my mind since Audrey's ominous remarks.