Chapter 48 The Deleted Diary is a Farewell to the Past
After calming my emotions, I began to continue with my tasks, taking my old phone off Little Cattle Horse. This phone had already completed its mission.
Naturally, I wouldn’t let it waste any more magic power, as this battery life was converted from magic power.
In the end, I casually scrolled through it with a hint of nostalgia until my muscle memory clicked open my memo.
What came into view in the memo was naturally my diary.
Now, it appeared one entry at a time before my eyes.
August 25, Sunny
This is my first time writing a diary…
December 29, Rain
This is a call from my counselor; I thought it was regarding the make-up exam language, but no…
January 18, Sunny
This day has just passed, and everything seems very reasonable.
At 11:25, I finished crying; no one saw, just right, tidying up my emotions and continuing…
October 20, Rain
When I was writing this diary, I instinctively glanced at the calendar, but it shouldn’t be like this; today should be my birthday. I should remember it better than anyone else…
……
I looked at one diary after another, recording events big and small intermittently. Clearly, I am a transmigrator, and my mind has matured long ago. But this is life; it doesn’t care about whether you are of age or mature.
The more I looked at the later entries, the less I could remember. Memory is like that; unhappy things should be forgotten. My mind understands this principle better than my consciousness.
I really like a line in my diary.
“I hope that in the future, if I see this diary and feel confused, it would prove that I have forgotten about it, right?”
It is indeed like that, but the diary has recorded it while my mind appeared to have a void.
Sometimes I regret writing the diary. After all, every time I see this place, I know that I was suffering inexpressibly at that time, yet I can’t remember it. It feels as if a part of my memory has been forcibly dug out, leaving a hole.
I looked into this void and saw nothing, only feeling an endless fear.
“Alright, it’s all over.”
I flipped to the first diary; actually, the order of the memos was already mixed up. Sometimes, due to a careless change, it ends up at the top. But I don’t care; I only know that these things actually happened.
I no longer value the order of time; I now only focus on each individual node.
Luckily, I know which is the first diary, which is indeed the very first entry. Although its content appears very childish now, it is the one I have read the most, thus it is in the first position.
A confirmation popped up on my phone, asking whether to delete.
I hesitated for a moment, but ultimately hit delete.
Whether it was a slip of my finger or suddenly firm resolve, from the moment I started, I knew I had been forcibly bidding farewell to the past.
This was inevitable.
I didn’t choose to delete all; instead, I deleted them one by one.
Or rather, this wasn’t deletion, but a review and severance of my past life in this world.
With each deletion, I found that I had no nostalgia, only feeling increasingly relaxed and more skilled, as if it were second nature.
It wasn’t until the last one that I came to a realization.
It was all gone.
So, it turns out that these are all the events that happened in this world. It seems I have nothing worth being sad about anymore.
I chuckled lightly and effortlessly deleted the last memo diary.
As if I hadn’t cared at all.
I seemed to lift my head and look at the ceiling, then feel the villa I was in; this is where I would be living from now on.
How wonderful.
I extended my hand, preparing to turn off my phone, planning to find an opportunity to completely let it leave my sight, leave my life.
However, just as I was about to turn it off, the screen went black, seemingly completely out of battery.
Well, after all, I hadn’t charged it much, and just now I had made two calls and looked at my diary for a while.
Plus, my phone was leaking power terribly…
It seems my phone wanted to depart from me more quickly than I did.
No wonder it’s been with me for so long; it understands me!
Don’t worry, I will find a chance to give you a grand farewell!
I returned to my room and tossed my phone on the bedside; it was already out of power, so I wasn’t afraid of someone picking it up and looking at it. Even if they did, the most important diary to me had already been deleted, so naturally, there was nothing to worry about.
I knew I had already bid farewell to the past; sometimes, making a resolution only requires doing something very small— for me, it was just changing to a new phone.
Originally, I hadn’t planned to go out again, after all, it was a nice half-day paid leave, but now it had been completely disrupted by those matters, even though in my mind, I kept saying that I had severed ties with the past.
However, emotions wouldn’t change so quickly. Clearly, I had already downloaded the food delivery app within the academy.
Yet suddenly, I wanted to take a walk outside. If I went out, I would naturally want to enjoy some delicious food.
So, my previous decision to order takeout was directly aborted. I allowed myself to enjoy the fun in the most agreeable way. What meal can’t be a page-turner?
The worries should never belong to me!
Standing in front of the dressing mirror, I fixed up my appearance and clothes. Once I confirmed nothing was overlooked, I joyfully walked out the door.
As for where to go?
No decision, no goal.
I headed directly to the bus station to take the random box bus!
After all, it’s free; I could get off whenever I saw something interesting on the way, and when I got tired from wandering, I could get back on the bus and continue to see the scenery. Anyway, the Witch Academy is quite large, with every street being scenery I’ve never seen before.
Of course, this also required deliberately avoiding places affected by recent battles; I didn’t even know if some specific bus routes were still operational.
I was lucky; after I arrived at the platform, I smoothly boarded a bus. The people on the bus were very few, all quiet senior girls, which made me feel somewhat out of place here.
After a while, I finally made a decision; I’d better get off halfway and change to another bus.
I didn’t even know where the next stop was, but this route felt somewhat familiar.
Upon further reflection, wasn’t this one of the roads I walked when I registered back then?
Indeed, I wanted to explore new places, but in the end, I still circled back to a familiar place.
There’s nothing I can do; at this moment, it feels as if I decided to believe in fate and destiny, and walking the path I had taken before isn’t so bad.
By the way, I could see if there were any good restaurants along the roadside to check in at.
I jumped off the bus, bidding farewell to that dull vehicle, and began to walk aimlessly along the street.
Even if I’m just walking here, I can sense the free atmosphere that fills the air. It’s exhilarating to break free from the shackles of self!
I greedily enjoyed this novel feeling because I know that after a while, I’ll get used to this sensation.
