Damien gently ran his fingers over the worn cover, a warm smile touching his lips as he opened the journal to its very first page.
He was greeted by a colorful collection of doodles and playful little designs, offering him his first glimpse into Maya’s creative side.
Flowers, hearts, rainbows, and ribbons were scattered across the page, surrounding her name, which was written in large, beautifully stylized letters. Every little detail reflected the time and effort she had put into decorating it.
He chuckled softly at the sight. Gently brushing his fingers over her name, he imagined a younger Maya happily drawing each little detail, completely absorbed in her own little world.
After admiring it for another moment, he turned to the next page, where his gaze immediately fell on the date w
