Elm Academy sat nestled in the heart of a lush, vibrant mountain, where trees grew thick and strong, forming a natural canopy that blanketed the landscape. The sheer density of plant life was unlike anything Emily had seen before. Trees like camphor, maple, and palm flourished, their branches weaving together in a rich tapestry of greenery. Oleander flowers bloomed in deep red clusters, adding bursts of color to the already breathtaking view.
Emily and Daisy settled into their dorm, with its scenic view of East Lake, a serene expanse of water stretching toward the horizon. The gentle breeze coming off the lake felt like a dream, though Emily knew the scent carried a hint of brine. She exhaled, pleased with her new home, but Daisy's curiosity interrupted her peaceful moment.
"Why didn't you transfer next semester? It seems strange to do it so late in the year," Daisy asked, lounging on her bed and nibbling on the chocolate Emily had brought for her.
Emily, fiddling with her diary, hesitated before answering, "I'm looking for someone."
Daisy raised an eyebrow. "Who?"
"I've already found him," Emily smiled to herself, thinking of her encounter with Ryan earlier. It was a stroke of luck that she had run into him so quickly.
Daisy seemed intrigued but didn't push further, shifting her attention to the dorm drama. Katherine, their third roommate, stormed in with a face like thunder. She turned off the lights with a snap, earning an angry outburst from Daisy.
"What's with her?" Daisy grumbled after Katherine retreated to her bed, sulking over a public rejection by a guy she liked.
"She'll get over it," Emily said quietly, focusing back on her diary.
Once the room quieted down, Emily flipped through the pages of her diary, bathed in the soft glow of her desk lamp. She began to write, pouring her thoughts onto the delicate, angel-adorned pages. Her words were addressed to "Young," someone important from her past—someone she had finally found after what felt like an eternity of searching.
Her entry was full of happiness and anticipation. She apologized for knocking Ryan to the ground earlier and worried if he had been hurt. She was determined to change her impulsive ways and hoped he would still smile at her the way he used to. Emily ended the letter with a playful promise that he could only ever love her, not the other angels she imagined surrounding him.
With a contented sigh, she closed the diary, imagining the days ahead filled with new encounters—and seeing him again.