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Marj/Marjoured/ Glenda. Born on October 11, 1990. Certified Libra. A Fourth year student. Wannabe Atenean, Thomasian, Fighting Maroon, Lasallian. Loner. Misunderstood. Certified Bookworm. Likes all subjects except PHYSICS. Has a distant past. Frequents all the so-called "MASA" places. Has a short temper and one-track mind that goes well together. Word lover, number hater.The so-called "shock absorber" of the class. More?

As You Shed Your Tears, Don't Ever Look Back...

Part 3

It’s almost 10 minutes past 7 o’clock. We decide to spend the night in search of clues. You call your parents on your cell phone to tell them you’re going to spend the night at my house. We can hear the thunder clapping. It’s going to rain tonight, I say. You nodded in agreement. We start to walk towards an empty classroom. When we enter the room, it is quite warm. You comment that it’s quite unusual since all the rooms are open-air meaning that there are no walls in the front of the room and there are no doors. The only rooms that have doors are the restroom and the room that once served as the faculty kitchen. Well, it’s supposed to be cold right? You added.

Well, I also noticed it but I decide to shrug it off. I am still holding the diary in my right hand. Since I’m a private investigator-in-training, I decide that I’m not going to rest until it’s all studied. I came here because dad had so many cases to handle and he decided to give this case to me. You decide to tag along. As we drove to the school, I felt that something’s wrong. And my suspicions are confirmed.

There was a murder committed here. And I have the evidences at my disposal. I decide to conduct a more thorough investigation in the matter. After all, I already know the risks involved in my business. I walk to you and ask you whether you really want to stay with me. I then explain that since we are still at the scene of the crime and still gathering clues, we might run the risk of being exterminated by the murderer or frame-up in this case. You look at me intently and you tell me that you are willing to risk it for the sake of solving this case.

Suddenly, it has become so cold we both shivered. I give you my jacket. There are footsteps overhead. I decide to check out where they come from. I tell you to stay there. I flatten myself against the wall as I listen to the footsteps. It seems like it’s approaching us.

I braced myself for the unknown.

Then suddenly, it changed direction. I saw that it stopped to where the pocketknife was pierced. It pulled the pocketknife off the wall. I almost fainted in fear because I thought that whoever it is would kill us because we have seen everything.

I was wrong.

Instead, it turned away and headed towards the stairs. I breathed a sigh of relief as hear the footsteps fading away. I returned to where you are. I am relieved to find that you are still in one piece. I smile to myself as I watch you sleep under my jacket.

I suddenly remember the diary. Since I don’t feel sleepy at all, I decide to pass the time by reading the rest of the entries. Maybe I may be able to find out whose diary is this, I thought. So, I open the diary and began to read.

I browse through the pages, trying to find something interesting. At last, after a few minutes, I found an interesting entry. It goes like this:

Feb. 4, 2006

Happiness flooded my being,
As you give your yes to me.
Perhaps this is a sign,
To reveal to you how much you are dear to me.

I hope to this day onward
Our relationship will grow strong
And the tides of forbid
Shall not prevail against it.

Forbid? Hmmm…. maybe their relationship is forbidden, I thought. Maybe I’m right or maybe I’m wrong. I rifled through the pages, trying to find more interesting stuff…

(Part 4 at a later release…)