Prologue

Whilst on a vacant park bench, he notices the young boy sitting next to him, he seems way too anxious to be a student," seems like there's something he wants to get out " he says to himself.

" What would be the harm in asking, I got still time to kill. Maybe he'll be a little less disturbed if I just ask or may just leave it for good as it is I got my writings as priorities. They aren't gonna write themselves".Although in a dilemma he leans to ask and out of a sudden the boy in front hits of the conversation starter.

"Are you a writer"?.

" No, Although I'd love to be one someday".

He replied, whereafter he noticed the boy pointing towards the diary, maybe looking for an explanation.

"Oh that, that's nothing major"

-"please I insist, seems it might have some-some"

"It's just umm, you could say it's a beginning towards something I always wanted to do"

Says the boy showing the empty pages of his diary.

While in a deep conversation they start to interact and exchange some talks, wherein the boy in the flow of emotions reveals his story.

It seems to deeply move the writer to be. He feels the empathy rolling within himself. He seems to be left with no way to react such, the talks they exchanged were completely unexpected.

He had no idea a normal trip to a solitude would turn out to be his catalyst to a paradigm shift. Thinking all that he feels a connection to the story " what if I fill those pages with the story he told" although he leans to ask, in return he gets no reply but just a simple smirk of acceptance.