Okay, to answer the Why would David rip up a journal he wrote after he met Ara? quiz. A few people got close. Lauren Bean got right on! “Did you read the last few pages?” My eyes went to the journal, gauging the distance from my hand to his. I wanted to grab it and run away so I could see what he was clearly about to hide from me indefinitely. But if I did that, he would forget he actually ever saw me. “No.” “Good.” With his bare hands he cupped both ends of the book and tore it in half. I could only watch as all the insight turned into tiny scraps of scattered paper, catching on the draft in the halls and blowing along the edges of the walls. “What the hell was in that journal, David?” “Everything.” He took my arm and started walking again. “Then maybe I should have read it.” I stopped and twisted out of his grasp. “If the previous journals were anything to go by.” That made him incredibly uncomfortable. I could tell. “You kept a journal when we first met, didn’t you?” he said. “Sometimes—” “Right. Now, even thouhg we’ve been together this long, would you want me to read it?” “Well, no, but my thoughts werent twisted and evil.” He opened his mouth to speak, then just closed it and shook his head. “You don’t know me at all anymore, do you?” “Whose fault is that?” I snapped. “That’s fair, I suppose.” He nodded. “But, Ara, you know my evil side. You’ve seen it firsthand. What do you think I would want to hide from you in that journal that you hadn’t already seen in the others?” The penny dropped then. I got a little taller myself as it sunk in. “The mushy human version of you.” When he nodded, I almost folded over laughing. David took on that unamused expression. “And that—” he pointed at me, “—is precisely why I would never let you read it.” “Aw, David, I wouldn’t have laughed. I would have loved it!” “I know.” He started walking again, grabbing me first and moving me ahead of him to keep me in sight. “And you would have seen me as a different man.” “A kind, loving man, you mean?” “Yes.” “What’s wrong with that?” “You wouldnt like me that way.” I thought about Jason’s journals—all the mushy love notes and poems. “I like a little bit of it.” “Yes. Small increments of romantic dribble. Not an entire chapter.”
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