It is one of the most tattered and torn diaries that can still be recognized as such - yet, it's brand new. A reflex of the violent turbulence inside its owner. Some edges are singed, others are slightly wet and jagged, as if the piece that had been there was shattered like ice. Pages damaged, scratched, even torn off - yet, this is how she likes it.
A loving hand once wrote down a name on the front page with all tender care with a silver gel pen. It seems to be the only page that hasn't been ravaged so far, left alone on a vain whim.
Variel
