I started a diary in February when summer faded away.
I found his diary in May when the autumn leaves fell away.
I read his diary in June when my willpower ran out.
I returned his diary in October when spring slowly turned to summer.
"What's wrong?" He asked softly, grabbing Kai's arm and preventing him from running away again.
"N-nothing." Kai whispered looking down at his shoes. Nicolas lifted Kai's chin and looked into his bla...