1927: Redemption

Rose’s diary

“You read and write and sing and experience, thinking that one day these things will build the character you admire to live as. You love and lose and bleed best you can, to the extreme, hoping that one day the world will read you like the poem you want to be.”

2021-DECEMBER-FLORIDA

“This better be good.” Grunted Adeline has pulled out another stack of papers from the pile, but in the process, an old diary caught her eye. It looked like a personal diary, looked like her father’s diary-like it was the exact replica of that one.

Adeline found it weird, and she decided to read the diary first. Leaning back against the headrest, Adeline folded her legs while putting her feet on the bed in a relaxed comfy posture.

The diary was winded with a brown thick thread, giving the diary an antique look, she opened the first page.

Where there was a poem written on the first page, which said:

You and I

Against a rule,

Set for us by time.

A marker drawn

to show our end,

etched into its line.

The briefest moment

shared with you—

the longest on my mind.

In all our wrongs,

I want to write to him,

in a time where

I can find him.

Before the tears,

that tore us.

when our history was,

before us.

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Adeline was unable to recall the name of the poet who wrote this poem, but the one who wrote it in the diary was her mother as the first page was signed under the name:

Rose Jonathan.

Indicating that she wrote it before her marriage to her father.

Turning over the page, she read:

I’m Rose Andrea Jonathan, a twenty-year-old student, who lives an average life in London, enjoying everything kept at bay. And, I’m writing for the first time because Jack has asked me to as he bought two similar diaries on Valentine’s Day.

How romantic?!

Well, I’m from Crestview City, Florida, but it’ was London I always yearned for. Here, I met the love of my life, Jack Martinez. I didn’t want or needed something to spice up my life, but with Jack, it kind of always clicked. We both are students at the University of London.

And, well the sad truth is my love story has always been compared to titanic tragedy- you know what I’m saying, right?

Jack and Rose.

Huh! Pretty dramatic my life is, but hey I’m a tough girl.

Everything that was exaggerated bothered me, although I prefer to have few friends and keep a quiet surrounding as she never wanted unwanted attention all the time.

Ever since Jack and I met in high school in Florida, I had been interested in history, into historical stories and Jack was a science enthusiast. Living in London was my dream, a city with an unbelievable past to explore and old architecture to discover as I had always been into the depths of good old London.

Now, years later, Jack was an astrophysicist student, and I only got into archaeology.

That was the worst day of my life, LITERALLY.

Fortunately, my mother, Andrea, got me interested in it. Mum had always liked antiques, she collected special pieces, and inherited even some, too.

Growing up, watching my mother, I developed a liking for archaeology myself. One of the things my mother had inherited from her mother-in-law was the broken mirror in her room. That’s why Mum couldn’t let it go but it had a c***k in the right corner, and two-inch pieces were missing even.

And, whenever I asked her about this freaking mirror, her answer had always been the same- “It’s from 1925.”

She really hated it when someone said anything about that mirror and I just loved provoking her to see, how she always repeats the same lines, like;

“What kind of archaeology student are you, Rose?”

“How can you talk so indifferent about such a special mirror?”

And my favourite- “It was from our ancestors, I told you already.”

But, Mum is too sweet and sometimes I don’t enjoy pulling her leg and as always we finish this argument by saying:

“It’s beautiful, Mum.” And this answer always lit up her face and she always repeated, “ It’s beauty’s because my beautiful daughter looks into it.”

Anyways, our drama is never-ending, but hey, guess what? Today, I visited the National History Museum with Jack as there was a new exhibition about a family in the 1920s.

Well, I was late again and Jack was pissed, saying:

“Rose, if you plan to make me wait this long next time, tell me and I’ll go to my lab.”

Jack looked handsome today with his baby blues, especially when he smiled, showing off his dimples.

But, I couldn’t piss my man off and gave a nice peck on his cheek, explaining to him about the situation. “Sorry, Jack. My mum and I argued about the old mirror again.”

And, there he became normal again, chuckling. “Let that woman be.”

“But the c***k is getting a little larger whenever I look at it, I feel.”

Pulling me by my waist, “Look at me like that babe and I’m sure something will definitely become larger.”

Jack has always been the one who says dirty things at the wrong time and I become a red tomato by the end of every line this man utters.

“Shut up!” And this has always been my go-to go answer.

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Adeline closed the diary then and there, not interested in knowing her parent’s love life.

Why am I reading this again? Though Adeline.

Oh, yes, because she had to KNOW the gist of the tragedy that happened with her family. Well, not only hers. Three families were involved in this drama and Adeline had less time up her sleeves, so she needed to pull her socks a bit and get to comprehend the truth as early as possible.

Will Adeline be prepared to do it?

Will the beast assist her?

Or he will maintain his distance from her?