𝑖. 𝐷𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝟣𝟧, 𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟧
𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑆𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝟢𝟩, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟢

𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠

𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝟏𝟓, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟓
𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦,
𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛, 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡, 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒? 𝐼𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑜.

𝑊𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑑, 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒. 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩. 𝑇𝘩𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝, 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝐼𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑓.

𝐼 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒, 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝐼 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑆𝑘𝑦𝑝𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒. 𝑂𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡, 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑃𝑎𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑝𝑝 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑝. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑚𝑒, 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ‘𝑌𝑒𝑎𝘩 𝐼’𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝘩𝑜𝑤. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤, 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛.’

𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤. 𝑀𝑦 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑝𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒.

𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝐼 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑒𝑟, 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐼 𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑦𝑒𝑡. 𝐼 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑖𝑡, 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝘩𝑖𝑚. 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑑𝑜, 𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑢𝑚𝑝 𝑚𝑒? 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 ‘𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑙’?

𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒, 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼’𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝. 𝑁𝑜, 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝘩, 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝘩 𝐼 𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑟𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒, 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒.

𝑅𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟.


Reign read the words written on the yellow paper in an old journal he found in the loft of his grandparents farm. What did this even mean. Confused the boy sat down, taking the diary in his lap, figuring out what this was. If this was written in 2015 that means this was from 64 years ago when his grandfather was just 20 years old.

Curiosity got the better of him, knowing he shouldn’t read any more of someone’s secret. But who left it in a box for them to find out anyway? And they wouldn’t miss him, right? Well at least, not for the first few hours. Turning the page, Reign felt his eyes going over the first few lines of a new day.

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