Yugh walked into the bedroom with a quiet heaviness in his chest. He opened the drawer slowly and took out Zahra's diary. The moment it rested in his hands, it felt heavier than it should have been,not because of its pages, but because of the memories sealed inside it. He sat down on the edge of the bed, holding it with both hands, and took a deep breath. The silence around him felt fitting, almost necessary, for what he was about to do. đź“–
He turned the first page.
The date written at the top caught his attention immediately. It was from two years ago, starting in January.
January 1, 2022
As he began to read, Zahra's words came alive before his eyes. She wrote about the New Year celebrations,the sound of fireworks, distant parties, and the joy in the air. She wrote about how happy she felt that day because Yugh's mother had gifted her a new salwar for the New Year, a deep blue one, knowing how much Zahra loved dark colors. Zahra had described Yugh's mother as kind and loving, someone who had treated her like a daughter for twelve long years. đź’ť
Reading those lines, Yugh felt his heart tighten. Memories flooded his mind,his mother and Zahra laughing together, talking endlessly, moving around the house as if they truly belonged to each other. Without realizing it, a faint smile appeared on his lips, mixed with sadness and longing.
"That's enough for today," he whispered to himself.
He gently closed the diary, placed it back in the drawer, and walked out to the living room to find something to eat. Yet his mind remained behind, lingering on that first page and the love Zahra had quietly written into it.đź’ž