I kept the key in a velvet box under my bed. Through every move, every birthday, every version of myself I tried on like borrowed clothes, the key stayed. A talisman. A riddle without a question.

My name was embossed on the cover in gold letters I’ve never seen before. My birthdate beneath it. And when I opened to the first page, the ink was still wet.

— Emily

Dear Diary,

Emily's Diary - Chapter 1 Instant

I kept the key in a velvet box under my bed. Through every move, every birthday, every version of myself I tried on like borrowed clothes, the key stayed. A talisman. A riddle without a question.

My name was embossed on the cover in gold letters I’ve never seen before. My birthdate beneath it. And when I opened to the first page, the ink was still wet. emily's diary - chapter 1

— Emily

Dear Diary,