The Diary Across Time
Language: en
After the divorce, I found a diary at home. It was the one Aiden Blackwood had shoved into my hands back in high school. It was filled with trivial little things about my day-to-day life. We were so young then, so perfectly in sync, never imagining that ten years later we’d be tearing each other to shreds. I picked up a pen and wrote: "Carol, don’t fall in love with Aiden Blackwood." Suddenly, new words bloomed on the page. "Who are you? What gives you the right to say that!" It was the handwriting of seventeen-year-old Aiden.