Allie Jones - Diary Entry
I’m not entirely sure why I bought this notebook.
Perhaps because it feels like something I should do at a time like this. People always say writing things down helps, don’t they? Clears the mind. Helps things make sense.
I’m not convinced. And yet here I am.
It still feels strange, sitting here alone. No, that’s not quite right. I’m not alone. Jordan is upstairs, no doubt wearing those headphones that make it impossible to tell whether he’s listening to music or something exploding. Mandy is in London, building a life that feels very far away from here now. But everything feels different.
Quieter.
He’s not here and never will be again.