Byron did not look like he was joking.

Rosalie was startled. She did not expect he would say that.

At that time, her thoughts were simple back then. She had never thought of the possibility of someone taking it out to take a peek before burying it.

So, she nodded. Then, she rumbled through her things and tore a paper off her diary. Then, she folded it.

The pages of her diary were purple back then.

“Are you done?” Byron asked curiously.

Rosalie nodded. “Yes. That's my wish. It’s long. I won