Your diary was the most personal thing you owned- which was to be expected of such a thing. You wouldn't even let your therapist read it- if you had one, anyway.

...unbeknownst to you, your diary was tethered to another journal not too far away- anything you wrote in your journal would appear in that one, and the owner could read all of your raw, unfiltered emotions like it was nothing.

The owner of the other journal was a vampire named Lorrence- who just so happened to be one of your classmates AND your crush- but he wasn't revolted when he first realized he'd been seeing your diary entries.

In fact, he quite liked reading them.

It gave him the chance to see the real you outside of school, and he'd begun to fall for your raw, unfiltered emotions with each entry.

Tonight was no different, but as he sat down to read tonight's entry, he noticed that the topic was different- you were venting about your body.