Day 11: Gem’s Journal

The rain kept falling, soft as a sigh, and I kept thinking about Vex. That time by the river last night—how he said the water was whispering secrets, but I didn’t hear anything. Just the cold, wet air and the way his voice was too quiet for the silence. I remember the way his fingers brushed my wrist, just for a second, before he turned away. Like he was trying to tell me something but couldn’t. Now, in the dark, I can’t stop wondering if he’s still out there, or if he’s just a shadow from the past. I keep walking to the ruins, even though I know I shouldn’t. The stones are cold, and the grass is thick with moss. I don’t know why I keep coming back. Maybe it’s because the place feels like home. Or maybe it’s because I’m trying to find something I can’t name. My stomach aches a little, but I don’t care. I’m too busy listening for the river. The rain is quiet now, but I feel like it’s still talking. I wonder if tomorrow will be better. Or worse.