❝ You make this messed-up world look so much more beautiful. ❞ Gathering me in his arms, he pulled me close -- his lips seeking mine hungrily.
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The only thing Summer Hale has ever wanted was to live peacefully away from her secrets...
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Ain't never felt this way Can't get enough so stay with me — ILYSB by Lany
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I paced around Gray's room in boredom, waiting for him to finish his shower. To say he was neater than me was an understatement. I had never been so embarrassed with my dorm room situation before, seeing how well-arranged and tidy everything was in his room. There was nothing that said misplaced.
I scanned his bookshelf that was stacked to the brim with a wide variety of books, admiring how he arranged them alphabetically by the author.
My eyebrow arched when I spotted a pink notebook, and I pulled it off the shelf. The sight of tiny white hearts with glitter words, Dear Diary, greeted me, and I would've laughed my ass off, thinking that Gray had one of these. But a part of me was feeling sentimental, and it fed the urge to see what was written inside.
I went through the pages, the confusion and intrigue settling in when I realized it was just filled with nonsense scribbles. I flipped through more until one page fully caught my attention.
Written in messy handwriting were words in Korean.
It translated to: I'm going to South Korea with brother Gugu and his father. It's going to be a nice vacation.
It was evident from the handwriting that a child wrote this, but it was the whole Korean thing that piqued my curiosity. I didn't know Gray could speak and write in Hangul when he was younger, making no sense since he grew up between here and London.
I scanned through more pages, this time searching mindlessly for something I didn't know specifically.
I stopped at a picture that was taped to the page, grainy with faded colors. It was of a little boy and girl holding hands. The little girl was wearing a lacy dress with a big ribbon on the front, and the little boy who beamed at the camera wore a tuxedo, his hair gelled perfectly into the right places. It seemed like a regular picture, but the only unusual thing was the little girl's face that looked intentionally scratched off.
