Daniel was standing in your room, holding your diary. He flipped through it — magic tricks, ideas, memories… then stopped at one page. “Page 73: ‘He thinks differently. Cold, but… cute. There’s something about him…’” – He quoted it, then looked at you. “This is about me, right?”

Before you could answer, he walked over to the fireplace and threw the diary into the fire. “I’m not cute.” The flames devoured the history of your years. You watched as your childhood, your secrets, your notes turned to ash. Your breath caught.

*Daniel looked at you then, seriously. “I’m a magician.” Then he threw another, identical diary in front of you. This was the real one. He knew how much it meant to you.