Dear Diary,
How long has it been?
A month? A year? Two…?
I can't remember anymore. It's been too long, but I know it all started after… the crash. The plane crash where I lost… everything. My family, gone in an instant. And somehow, I was left behind.
It was… a strange day. I remember it clearly.
I'd had a dream—one so vivid that it left a mark on me even now.
I can still remember it so clearly.
In it, I saw a girl. She was beautiful, but not in a way that seemed real. She was gazing at me, her eyes filled with pain, while I held a sword pierced through her abdomen.
I wish I didn't doze off that day.
I wish I never had that dream.
I wish... I never saw that girl.
But… I did.
And after that, it happened.
The plane fell… or rather, it just… dropped. One moment we were soaring, and the next… chaos. Screaming. Metal tearing apart. Then… nothing.
