45

Orian's pov

"Writing is therapeutic."

I murmured to myself placing my fountain pen aside. I let out a breath of air as I shut my diary feeling the weight of all I had caged in being lifted now that I had them written down.

It was a new diary, that I carried around no matter where I went, carefully hidden, of course. I couldn't go a day without writing in my diary. And as I grew older, I had to get more.

I got this one last month and I was almost halfway through its pages, guess I always have a lot to write down.

The older ones were stashed behind the shelves in my office, away from prying eyes. It would be disastrous to let someone that I didn't want get into my mind by reading my written thoughts.

And now that I was done writing for the night. I needed a hot shower, a book, and sleep. Sleep which was the most important one was what I dreaded at the moment knowing how disastrous it was going to be since I didn't get the chance to sleep next to Amara today.

All my nights