The book was heavy and familiar in his hands. The handwriting was crisp and neat when he opened it to its first faded page.
I don't need to read this, he thought; I already know what's in there.
He snapped the journal shut before his eyes had the chance to absorb the first sentence. He raised his arm, intending to throw the book through the bars and into the darkness of the ship.
At the last moment, he lowered his hand. Put the journal back beneath the mattress.
Better to keep his past hidden.
Forget who he used to be.
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Author's Note: Total word count: 100