The grief
2/10
My great friend is missing. I write here, on this sheet of paper, in the hope that when I find him again I'll be able to transcribe these notes. Who would have thought that losing a simple diary could affect me so much?
It's been a week. I've looked all over the place and haven't been able to find it. Where are you?
3/10
I can still remember it as if it had happened yesterday. I shouldn't have dragged it out of my hiding place in the library. That annoying boy at school. At first I thought it was cute how he declared his feelings for me. I even felt a little sorry for him. But then...why couldn't he just take no and move on?
8/10
I thought I was getting over the loss of my diary, but today Luz, in a short break we had when the teacher went out for a moment, said something so funny in class. I was drinking some water when that happened and, as you can imagine, my friend (wherever you are), I spit it all out in front of the whole class. I was so embarrassed, but I couldn't help but keep laughing at what Luz had said. That afternoon you have no idea how much I wished you were with me to write that anecdote.
9/10
Today I spent the day with Ed and Em. I wasn't feeling very well. At times I can be calm, but then I remember you and get a little nostalgic. This was one of those days. Luckily my brothers sensed it. They may be too annoying, but when I really need them they are always there. They were there for me once again today, just like when that boy was running through the halls of the school with my diary. Ed and Em, as soon as they realized what was going on, chased him down and managed to corner him. I don't think there is anyone at Hexside who knows every hallway, shortcut or hideaway better than those two.
21/10
I don't know what happened to me that I got so desperate. I was fine, or at least I thought I was. But suddenly I felt an intense need to find you. I looked for you again in every corner of Hexside. Nothing. I already looked for you in the library. In the market, I even went through book by book at that little stall that sells them. In the cathedral. At the convention center. But you were nowhere to be found.
Tired and obfuscated, I went into the school's garbage dump. I knew for sure I wouldn't find you there, but I still did it, not caring that someone might see me. What would people have said if they had found me there, dirty and disheveled, rummaging through the garbage?
Luz saw me. Her face showed that she was concerned about me. She asked me what was wrong. I couldn't take it anymore. I cried in front of her. I told her everything. How that foolish boy, being cornered by my brothers and me, threw my diary out the window. How I searched for it exhaustively without any success. How I lost the one who for so long listened to what was going on in my head and heart. Luz did nothing but embrace and console me. I just kept crying, wondering about you. Where are you, my dear friend?