With utmost love and care he folded the page which has turned golden yellowish with time and slide it softly between the fresh blank pages aligned with black lines of the diary. He held her diary with a reminiscent smile curving his lips. He was actually laughing out loud reading her silly talks. He always did. Every time he read it, her innocent cuddly face appears before him, her cute antics while talking to him flapping her hand in the air, gesturing each and every word, how she used to hop around; “she’s such a stupid”, he sighed. She was his source of smile. Everything written on the diary drifted him into the land of his past which he had left much before. All the beautiful, thrilling yet hilarious moments they shared reappeared in front of his virtual mirror. With her around every moment become cherishable. She was his firefly; glistening his dark empty life. She was the one who had the magical power to turn his every serious moment into a hilarious one, healed his wounds with her purple bowl of elixirs, now ceasing down. She's his healer, a Support, an acquaintance he eventually fall for. Her powers were unbounded, with due practice and time her position rendered into a revered of sacred warship. She was the bloodline of a holy curse, a sacred worship of tamed magic. But everything comes with a cost. Silence filled the hospital’s cabin. Only the sound that can be heard was beep beep….she was sleeping peacefully on the hospital’s bed with an oxygen mask covering her pouty lips and puffy nose; her wrist mashed up with deep needle wounds of injections. He sat beside her holding her hand, a smile of satisfaction covering his lips, ‘coz the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly’, his heart hummed in glee amidst the chaos of anguish. A tear drop past through the corner of his eye slowly. He always used to scold her for being a chatter box and now her silence is putting a bullet deep down through his heart. He has never heard silence quite this loud before.