Cassandra’s Diary
People say time flies, they are
right. I was a little bit surprised when I realized that it had been three
years since the last time I met her.
I close my eyes, imagining her sweet face. Long black hair, a pair of brown eyes,
perfect-shaped eyebrows, rosy cheeks, pointed nose, thin lips, a small mole
about one centimeter under the right eye, hmmmm she was perfect.
It is 1 a.m, I should have been asleep, but here I am, sitting on a white couch
in my living room. Today is supposed to be her 21st birthday. I wonder how she
would look if she were still alive. She would be more beautiful I guess.
My lips curve a sad smile as I take a thick book from my lap and hug it
tightly, hoping it was her instead of her diary, “I miss you, Cassandra.”