And on page 9 it was written
“Dear heart 💓 sorry for all this pain
You told me “ I am leaving bcz you smoke 🚬 “
Then
I left in fear that I will lose you forever ♾ ..
I want a soft corner for me in your atrium and ventricles
I left all my unpleasant habit for that
Then I saw you touching your lips with someone new
It’s hard for me to bear that but it’s ok
And I felt lonely & solo the only thing I pressed between my lips was 🚬
I guess it’s time to quit my awful habit “you”
I can feel the essence of you around the clock 🕰
I can feel your hangover all time
But I make me that it never gonna be again ….
One thing remain between us “ lots of memorises “ and later they gonna to stab me forever but they reforms me into stronger and complete Anil and stranger Anil to you ..
The thing I had in my head that you say it’s better for our future ….
Remember time is valuable thing I wish it never gonna again…..
Tell me how easily you replace me you how quickly you forgot me ..
But it’s not gonna to lose my feeling for you …
There are no family issues the thing is I know it’s all about to walk away from me ….”
For me, it was shocking to accept that she loved someone and she didn’t inform me about it. Maybe she wanted to say me, but due to some issues, she couldn’t share. I was tired, so I decided to sleep and read it later. I closed the diary and kept it safe under the pillow. I was afraid that maybe Ruby would find it and get angry with me. On the next morning, After the funeral of the Owl, I saw little of Ruby. Twice, we waved to each other when we passed in the gardens, and I sometimes saw her walking to and from the corner shops three blocks away. Otherwise, Marwick was silent. Ruby was either avoiding me or consumed by her work. I didn’t mind either way. The bones had rattled me more than I wanted to admit. When I worked in the back garden or hung out washing, my gaze drifted over the fence towards
the clump of dirt under the tree. I was grateful that Ruby wasn’t pursuing a friendship. And that, in turn, made me feel guilty. Ruby was alone; based on the complete absence of visitors, she was even lonelier than I was. It wasn’t fair to avoid her for something she had no control over. But this house no longer fascinated me. Very slowly, my curiosity was turning to repulsion. There was something wrong with the building. The shadows were too thick. The vines coiling up its walls as though trying to strangle the stones seemed too dark and twisted to be real plants.
Sometimes, lights turned on in the middle of the night and stayed on until
dawn. I told myself that it was just Ruby—suffering from insomnia, possibly,
or too nervous to sleep in the dark. The lights woke me up, though, and I
couldn’t get back to sleep until I’d closed the curtains to block them.
My cats continued to stare at the house. Dusty seemed especially wary. I
tried to ply her with treats and cuddles, but she either ignored them or hissed
at me. I hated having my cats upset; it felt like a failure on my part for not
looking after them better.
But what could I do about a house ?
As I made a cup of tea, I stared at Ruby’s doll perched on the windowsill.
The dress-clad figure sat with its back to the glass. That bothered me. I knew
I would hate having Marwick behind me, lurking where I couldn’t see it, so I
pulled the kitchen’s blinds closed. As I returned to my drink, it struck me that
I’d mimicked my other neighbours. They’d all closed the windows facing the
Marwick house, too.
I stirred the teabag around in the cup. My limbs felt heavy, and my head
was sore. Although I’d slept through the night, I felt like I needed another
eight hours. I’ve been indoors for too long. I should visit the library again or
go to the park or even take a bus trip into town… anywhere to get me into
fresher air.
Three sharp raps came from the front door. I dropped my teabag into the
sink. My first thought was to ignore it. I didn’t want to see Ruby that day, and
especially not so early. But that was a horrible sentiment. I didn’t dislike
Ruby; I disliked the house, and if I hated just being near the building, how
much worse was it for her living inside? She needed a friend.
I dragged myself down the hallway and opened the door. An unfamiliar
man stood outside.