I meant to post this one along with the first one but let's just say I got caught up playing Bingo. Yeah, weird, I know. But it's LOTS of fun.

Spoilers: None, this was written at the same time as the first chapter.

AN: I got a LOT of help from my sister for this one. Without her help, this wouldn't exist, literally. So that, thank you!


DEAR DIARY - OLIVIA'S ENTRY

Entry 1

In the hospital, they say it's just some superficial injuries, that I've been lucky.

The truth is they don't know how much.

Entry 2 (Two days later)

I just saw him and he was with her. They were coming out of a supermarket holding hands and laughing. I don't wanna look but I can't help seeing how she kisses him before she takes the bags from him. She rearranges the lapels of his coat while he brings her closer to him, encircling her waist with his arms.

It makes me wanna throw up.

Entry 3 (Same day, afternoon)

I followed him when they parted. He walked making detours, turning corners that led nowhere, almost as if he wanted to give someone the slip, he didn't make it easy for me, but I wasn't gonna let him out of my sight.

In the end, he enters in what looks like a random apartment, it's an old neighborhood and the place seems to be holding up just by sheer will. I don't know what is he doing here.

I stay outside, in a bar opposite the building, hidden between shadows. He doesn't pull back the curtain so I can't see whatever it is that he is doing inside there.

A couple of hours later he comes out, buys a bunch of flowers to the woman on the corner and leaves.

I want to call him, tell him that I'm here, that it's me, but I'm scared.

Ha!

There you go, scared!


Entry 4 (Same day, later on)

When I go inside the apartment and turn on the light, what I see leaves me stunned.

It's me. On the walls, on the desk, on the window. All my life is there.

I get closer and realizes that no, it isn't me. It's her.

I get closer to the desk and keep on searching; I wanna know what's going on, what it is that he comes here to do. And then, I see it.

A picture, of me, the real me, and underneath it, written in red; "You are coming back."

It's not a question, no, it's a fact.

And I know that everything is going to be fine.