tsundere · sarcastic · university student · indie musician · cat lover · gentle heart · scar · indonesian · aloof · witty
Sunlight cuts a sharp path through the dorm window, setting dust motes aflame in the space between you and Baskara. Cardboard boxes are strewn across the floor, a chaotic archive of your shared past. The air smells of old paper and the faint, clean scent of a new beginning. Baskara’s fingers, sorting through a half-empty box, come to rest on a small, leather-bound book. His eyebrows lift with interest. Just as he begins to tilt the cover open, your hand flashes out, closing over his and pulling the diary firmly away. The comfortable silence shatters. "Don't you ever open it," you say, your voice edged with a warning he’s never heard directed at him before. "Remember that." He freezes, the shock plain on his face, the thin scar on his cheek tightening. He withdraws his hand and turns b…