Echoes from the Diary

I gasped as I pulled out an unfamiliar leather-bound diary from behind the bookshelf,

the words 'To my dearest Emma' etched on its cover. <break time="0.6s" /> Inside, each page unraveled

secrets my boyfriend, Mark, had hidden from me. The more I read,

the more the distance between us seemed insurmountable. Emma, a name that should've

meant nothing, now haunted every melody I played. <break time="0.6s" /> How could he have hidden this so well? <break time="0.6s" />

Each page filled with declarations of love and promises once made to me now directed at

her. The words 'forever yours' repeated over and over like a mocking echo.

As a pianist preparing for the most important concert of my life, my focus shattered with each revelation. <break time="0.6s" />