While turning the pages of the dairy, Eliza finds some pictures kept between them.
Eliza's heart is pounding fast as she stares at the pictures. They are not that old,just two years ago they were taken.
"Give me this picture, Eliza," the man says, his voice low but firm.
But Eliza doesn't hand it over. Instead, she holds them tightly and sits down on her bed. Her eyes stay fixed on one of the photos, as if it drags her back into the moment when it was taken.
The man comes closer and sits beside her. Now both of them are looking at the pictures together. Memories are rushing into their minds, heavy and unstoppable. Their eyes fill with tears, but they try hard to hold them back. The room is silent...only the sound of their breathing breaks the stillness.
At last, the man breaks the silence.
"Eliza, give me those. We have many things to do tomorrow. Have you forgotten?"
Eliza forces a faint reply.
"Umm… yeah. Tomorrow we have to go to Charles."
"So please, don't be sad now. If he sees us like this, he'll feel upset," the man says softly.
Eliza says nothing. Inside her mind, she whispers...
Yeah… but how can I not be sad? No one can ever understand this. Not you… not even him. Only I know how it feels inside me.