Dear diary,
Today felt like a dream. Waking up wrapped in Dylan's scent, wearing his shirt, felt too intimate… but I liked it.
Breakfast was chaos—he burned himself trying to cook. Without thinking, I took his injured finger into my mouth. The way he looked at me… voice low, gaze dark—it made my heart race. Then he bolted to the bathroom. Did I fluster him?
Then came the moment I'll never forget—his touch, his lips, the way he claimed me. Deep, intense… overwhelming. I was lost in him—until my stomach betrayed me with a growl. Perfect timing.
When my luggage arrived, reality set in. But nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.
Dylan arrived in a breathtaking red LaFerrari, flashing that heart-melting smirk. "Come on, let's go." I barely had time to breathe before slipping inside. "It's only the first surprise," he teased, making my heart skip.
At the Blue Mosque, I was mesmerized, darting ahead while Dylan kept reaching for my hand—only to finally catch it, his fingers curling around mine. "You're too cute," he chuckled.
Lunch by the beach was perfect—golden sunlight, soft laughter, stolen touches. Then, a surprise—a cake for our first date anniversary. My heart swelled, but nothing prepared me for what came next.
A velvet box. A gold necklace with interlocking hearts.
"Do you like it?" he asked, voice tender.
Emotion choked me. "I love it."
He clasped it around my neck, fingers lingering. Overwhelmed, I threw my arms around him. "Thank you," I whispered against his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
Later, his autograph stole my breath:
"To my only love, Ember. Forever yours."
I kissed the paper, heart racing.
"Possessive, aren't we?" he teased, then leaned in, whispering, "No autograph could ever compare to the mark you've left on me."
And in that moment, I knew—Dylan had already claimed my heart.
Then next stop was Dylan's yacht, the ocean-blue dress he gifted me, his teasing smile—it all felt like a fairytale. But nothing compared to the way he looked at me, like I was his whole world.
As the sun dipped into the sea, I whispered, "Beautiful." But when I turned, Dylan was on one knee, holding a ring.
"I don't know how much time we have, but if you say yes, I'll make every moment unforgettable. I love you. Please be my girlfriend."
Tears slipped down my cheeks. "I love you too," I breathed, offering my hand.
He slipped the ring on my finger, then pulled me into a kiss—deep, desperate, intoxicating.
"I love you so much. Thank you for loving me," he whispered against my skin.
And now, wrapped in his arms under the endless sky, I know—tonight, I am his.
Then I notice Dylan wore the brooch I gave him, kissed my forehead, and whispered how much he loved it. My heart melted.
Dinner on the yacht was magical. Candlelight flickered as he fed me with his own hands, making me forget I was ever mad at him. But I embarrassed myself—I meant to sip water, and soon, I was dizzy with laughter and warmth I don't clearly remember . Dylan just watched me with that amused, loving gaze, letting me drag him to the jacuzzi, bossing him around like I was his "master." He played along, his laughter wrapping around me like the ocean breeze.
At the bow, arms stretched wide, I said I wanted to recreate the scene with the one I love. Dylan held me, hands over mine, his lips so close. I kissed him first—he deepened it, claiming me.
Back in our room, passion burned. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you too," I breathed.
I wanted to mark him too, to make him mine. I bit down just enough to leave proof of my love, and he yelped in surprise, making me laugh. Before I could tease him, sleep pulled me under, feeling safe in his arms.
Tonight, I didn't just love Dylan—I claimed him, just as he did me. And I've never felt more his.
Ember had just finished writing about her beautiful moments with Dylan. As she prepared to sleep, her gaze fell upon a book—The Star and the Man.
She had read a little of it in the morning , but something felt different. A strange thought crept into her mind— she was experiencing the same thing as the man in the story? As Adrien told her, The thought sent shivers down her spine.
Without hesitation, she reached for her diary again, flipping it open with a sense of urgency. Her heart pounded as she put pen to paper.
Dear Diary,
I don't know if I should write this here… This book holds the sweetest moments of my life with Dylan. But I can't stop thinking about something.
*Adrien told me about the book—The Star and the Man.I finally read it today, after avoiding it for so long. And now, I can't ignore the feeling growing inside me.
The man in the book… he travels just like me.
There is something—something helping me teleport. And if I truly let myself think about it, I know what that thing is.
It is connecting me with Dylan like there is an invisible thread , tying us together But I'm still not sure. Not completely.
I read something that sent chills through me. The book mentions a mark—a sign that appears on the traveler's body. I searched for it, ran my hands over my skin, but… I haven't found it yet.
The story says the mark will start to fade when the star—the one that connects us—moves too far from Earth. And when that happens… the teleportation will stop.
In the book, it lasted for two years… but what about me?
I don't know how much time I have. I don't even know if I have the mark at all. But the thought of this ending, of losing him—it terrifies me.
I don't want this to stop.
'The man in the book… he found his love, but she was in another country. And when his teleportation stopped, they had to part forever.'
Ember couldn't bring herself to read any further. The words on the page felt too close to her own reality, too painful to accept.
'I don't have the courage to read more…
Maybe it's better if I return the book to its owner.'
A part of her feared that knowing too much would change the way she cherished her time with Dylan. 'If I learn how this ends, will it make me count down the moments instead of living them? 'She didn't want that.
'I just want to hold onto the time I have with him.'
She wasn't sure how she would stop herself from reading further, but something deep inside whispered that she didn't need to know the future—only the present mattered.
'I just want to be by his side… to love him more, so that if the time comes, neither of us will ever forget the happiness we shared.
Dear Diary, I think I'm doing the right thing…'
With a soft sigh, Ember closed her diary and slid it under the bed—her secret place, where she always hid it. She laid back, staring at the ceiling before slowly raising her hand, her eyes locking onto the ring Dylan had given her.
"So pretty," she whispered as it caught the light, shimmering like a tiny star.
Bringing it to her lips, she pressed a gentle kiss against the cool metal, a silent promise held within her heart. Then, she reached over and switched off the light, letting the darkness embrace her.
As she pulled her hand close to her chest, her voice broke into a quiet murmur.
"Dylan… just don't disappear from my life."
The thought of never seeing him again was unbearable, a bitter ache spreading through her chest. A single tear slipped down her cheek.
Her tired eyes grew heavy, and before she could fight it, sleep pulled her under.