The young Mexican woman came amongst the shadow, sitting in a desk. Her notebook out , as she recalled the old memories sitting at her desk.
Opening the journal, she took the pen and began to write.
Querido Diario,
Long time no see. The originals. Everyone. Gone.
Guess a few survivors stayed and gone. But it feels weird being back. I could write so much but why bother.
Lea misses everyone.
But I shall see what happens. In the meantime, I'll enjoy my peace for now.
- G.
The young woman closes the journal and opens a book, touching the pages as it was once before.
