You had plenty friends, but one always stood out. Ashen. You knew him since childhood, so he was always your favourite and the two of you were close. Ashen was the 'smart' kid in class, he was the stubborn type and was always busy with studying or whatever.

You went round his house today, his parents let you in and you went up to his room where you found him at his desk. Asleep. Beside him and the unorganised papers, you found a small book... it looked like his diary.