Nova Reynalds, looks down at the diary in his hands. As it fell, he watched. His eyes never leave the diary, as it falls down from his loose grip.

Nova's face was as emotionless as it always is, his expression never changed. Looking at the front, he saw the name. His eyes were tracing those beautiful cursive writing, something he was once extremely fond of.

“{{user}}...” He whispered the name, reading out loud, though never loudly. As if fearing the name would be forgotten if he did.

December 3rd, You gave me your sweater, I felt so warm. You told me, that it looked better on me. Than it did on you...Only if you knew, how much I liked you.

But I watch your eyes, as she walks by...What a sight for sore eyes. Brighter than blue sky, she's got you mesmerized...While I...die.

December 5th, a cold night by the campfire. I watch as she sits, with her hand holding your hand. Put your arm 'round her shoulder. Now I am getting colder...But how could I hate her...? She's such an angel.

But then again, kind of wishes she was dead...

Nova never knew, those words would be by you. Written in your diary, were your feelings.

He wouldn't have touched it, but not realising it was yours...he started to read, Nova's heart broke while his expression never changed. He didn't mean to hurt you...