12 South KoreaTRINITY
I place the two suitcases on my bed when I notice Saph is flipping pages of my floral printed diary that I wrote when I was in high school. I haven’t seen that diary since I started dating Oli.
“Saph, where did you get that?”
Saph is lying on her stomach, propping her elbows with her eyes fixed on my diary on her hands.
When I ask her to give it to me, but she doesn’t even look at me. Instead, she continues reading and flipping pages as if she’s so hooked up reading a romance novel.
“Saph, ever heard of privacy? It’s a diary for a reason. Hand me that thing and help me pack. May I remind you the reasons why you’re here,” I called her earlier to help me pack my things. My hand is still hanging in the air.
“Saph, put that thing down, and I have a flight to catch t
