-Ace—
I didn't look back at her.
Not even once.
If I had, I might've said something I'd regret. Or worse—something honest.
The second I stepped out of the library, I shut the door behind me and leaned my back against it, squeezing the damn book in my hand like I wanted to crush it. Like I could crush the past if I just gripped hard enough.
But I couldn't.
That fucking diary.
I thought I had gotten rid of it. Or maybe I just forgot it existed. Or maybe a part of me didn't want to destroy it, and this is what I get for hesitating.
I pushed off the door and walked straight to the restricted room. The one I told her not to go near. The one I swore to myself I'd keep locked from now on. My fingers trembled around the key. Stupid. I never tremble.
I locked the door behind me and tossed the diary down on the desk.
The photo was still in my hand.
I stared at it.