He opened the book.
The page didn't open with color.
It was all black and white— but not the clean kind. The ink looked… uneven. Like it had been printed too many times already, lines a little rough in places, shadows a bit too heavy, like the page itself had been reused over and over again.
At the very top, there was just one line.
[November 29th.]
No fancy title. No intro. Just… yea… like that. Just like that…
Under it, the panel showed a classroom. Desks in rows, sunlight coming in from the windows, dust floating around like nothing was wrong with the world. Students were there, doing normal things— some writing, some half asleep, some just staring into space like usual. It felt peaceful.
Too peaceful.
And at the back—
There was a girl.
Dark hair falling over her face, posture slouched, one hand holding her cheek as she stared out the window. Her eyes looked… empty. Not bored. Not tired. Just… like she'd already seen everything there was to see.
