📖 CHAPTER 1 — The Quiet Girl and Her Diary
Henna, a quiet and gentle girl, slowly walked up to the rooftop of her two-storey house. The evening air was calm, and the sky was glowing with the soft golden colours of the setting sun — a sunset she used to love more than anything.
In one hand, she held a warm cup of coffee.
In the other, she held the only thing that truly understood her… her diary.
It was not just a notebook.
It was her safest place, her silent listener, her closest friend — the one place where she could pour out every secret without fear.
She placed a chair near the edge of the rooftop and sat down quietly.
On any other day, Henna would smile at the sunset, take a deep breath, open her diary, and begin writing about her thoughts, her dreams, and the little moments of her life.
But today… something was different.
Today she was quieter than ever.
Her eyes did not even rise to look at the sunset. The golden sky, once her comfort, now felt distant — as if it belonged to another life.
Because today was not just another day.
Years ago, this very date used to be the happiest day of her life.
And now… it felt like the heaviest.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she looked at the diary resting on her lap. For a long moment, she did not open it.
Tonight, she was not here to tell her diary stories.
Tonight… she was here to search for someone.
The real Henna.
The girl she used to be years ago.
Slowly, she opened the diary.
The evening wind gently flipped a few pages by itself, and a strange feeling passed through her heart… almost as if the diary remembered everything she had forgotten.
Henna swallowed softly, took a deep breath, and began to read.
And with that moment… her past quietly opened its door.