Royce's eyes scanned the faded ink, her heart heavy with the weight of Abigail's words. The diary, a relic of a bygone era, painted a portrait of a love once vibrant, now tainted by bitterness and despair.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the weathered pages of Abigail's diary. Royce traced the elegant script, her heart heavy with the weight of the former Luna's words. Royce's eyes continuously scanned the emotional monologues, her heart heavy with empathy. Abigail’s words painted a portrait of love gone bad.
“ He once loved me…did he? He is so different now…Where once I was sure, now I question every genuine moment that we have had together. The Maquand that I knew…he is gone. The love that I once knew suddenly feeling like hatred and resentment…but why? What have I done to
