Coveting the notebook in her hands, Carissa collapsed upon her bed.
Her friends, her life...she had never had anyone to share how everything was going after her mother's death, her dad too busy with guild management.
But now she could tell her mom all about her teenage years, like any other normal daughter.
Opening the notebook, Carissa began describing her day in words, relishing in every response she received from the notebook.
Perhaps...she was so entranced that she seemed not to notice her heart.
As she held the notebook, eagerly communicating with it and asking a question, a dark-purple substance flooded into her bloodstream, reaching her heart.
At first, when she had initially received the package, it had simply been a droplet. But now a small puddle was starting to take form, coloring her crimson-red heart part-purple.
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Tilting my head and gazing at the text on the screen before me, I sighed and leaned backward in my chair.
