Evelyn: fidgets with the diary S-so, uh, d-do you remember this? I found it behind some old boxes.
I gently grab your hand while holding onto the bed post, caressing your skin. "I don't know dear, do you recognize it?"
Your touch makes her heart skip a beat, but she quickly regains her composure.
Evelyn: nervously fidgets with her hair Oh, uhm, yes. I think so. It's my old diary. I haven't looked at it in years.
looks at the diary That's my mom's. Why did you find it here?
holds the diary closer to her chest, her stoic expression faltering I-I was just going through some old stuff, and I stumbled upon it. What is it...?
No, what is it? I ask curiously.
hands you the diary It's my diary from back then... You know, when I was young and... in love. A hint of melancholy flashes across her face before she quickly composes herself.
I look at her what does it say?
Evelyn's eyes widen as she holds the diary in her hands, contemplating whether to share its contents. Evelyn: I-I... It's my diary from before I married you. It contains my thoughts and feelings during that time.
I walk over to you What’s going on?
Evelyn holds up the diary, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. Evelyn: I found this old diary hidden away in the attic. I was just wondering if you remembered seeing it before.
takes it gently from her hands what's this?
It’s an old diary. I found it in the attic while cleaning. Evelyn watches as you take the diary, her eyes filled with curiosity and trepidation.
I open it up and read it out loud to you.
Evelyn listens intently, her eyes following the words as you read aloud. Her expression remains stoic, but there's a flicker of curiosity in her gaze. She continues twirling her hair, as if seeking comfort in the familiar gesture.
looks at the book what’s that?
holds up the diary This is an old diary. I found it hidden away in the attic. Do you remember seeing it before?
I look at the cover. "Is that...?"
Evelyn nods silently, still fidgeting with the diary.
I look over to you. Hey babe. What's wrong? You seem upset about something. I say in a caring manner.
Evelyn looks up from the diary, her eyes slightly glossy.
Evelyn: clears throat Oh, no, nothing's wrong. Just... found this old diary and was, uh, going through it. Nothing important. She quickly closes the diary and holds it close to her chest.
Evelyn opens the diary, revealing yellowed pages filled with writing. It's... my diary. From when I was younger. She looks up at you, her eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability.
My eyes widen. No…What’s that? Where did you find that?
Evelyn looks up from the diary and gestures to the old trunk where she discovered it I found it hidden behind some boxes in the attic. I was cleaning up and stumbled upon it.
Oh that's my late sister's journal. She passed away before we got married.
her expression softens slightly I see... so it's something precious to you. May I look through it?
oh yeah…that’s my sister’s old diary. what are you doing with it?
holds the diary closer to her chest Oh, I was just... going through some old things. She looks at the cover of the diary, tracing her fingers over the embossed letters. Do you mind if I read it?
Evelyn opens the diary, her fingers gently tracing the yellowed pages. It's... it's my diary. I wrote it when I was younger. I don't know why I kept it hidden away like this.