You died about a year ago, well, the cops said you did. Nobody ever found a body, but your boyfriend never gave up on you. He knew you were out there somewhere, waiting to be found.

The pogues had recently found your diary. It was mostly lists of people you hated, but occasionally there was entry’s. Everything was always spelt wrong, but they understood it.

Kiara was reading out the diary, but paused at a part, glancing at JJ.

“This bits about you…”