Chapter 48 : Chapter 48
Chapter 48 : Deleting the Diary Is a Farewell to the Past
After calming my mood, I continued with my tasks.
I unplugged my old phone from Little Workhorse.
It had served its purpose.
I wasn’t about to let it waste more magic power after all, the electricity came from converted magic.
With a trace of nostalgia, I idly swiped through it, until muscle memory led me to open my notes app.
The diary entries appeared before my eyes.
One by one, they unfolded.
August 25, Sunny: This is my first time writing a diary.
December 29, Rain: A call from the counselor.
I thought it was about the make-up exam, but no.
January 18, Sunny: The day passed just like that.
Everything seemed reasonable.
At 11:25, I finished crying.
No one saw.
Good.
I picked myself up and carried on.
October 20, Rain: When I wrote this, I instinctively checked the calendar.
But it shouldn’t be like this.
Today should be my birthday.
I should know that better than anyone.
I looked at the entries, scattered and varied, recording big and small moments.
I was a transmigrator, my mind matured long ago, but this was life.
It didn’t care if you were an adult or mature.
The further I read, the less I remembered.
Memory worked that way, unhappy things should be forgotten.
My brain knew that better than my consciousness.
I liked a line from my diary:
“I hope that in the future I will read this diary and be completely confused. That’ll prove I’ve forgotten it, right?”
Exactly.
But though the diary was recorded, my mind had gaps.
Sometimes I regretted writing it.
Every time I saw these entries, I knew I’d suffered indescribable pain back then, yet I couldn’t recall it.
It was like a hole had been forcibly carved out of my memory.
Peering into that hole, I saw nothing, only felt endless fear.
“Alright, it’s all over.”
I scrolled to the first diary entry.
The order in the notes app was messed up, sometimes edits pushed entries to the top but I didn’t care.
I just knew these things had happened.
I no longer cared about the timeline, only the individual moments.
Thankfully, I knew which was the first entry.
Though its content seemed childish now, it was the one I’d read the most, so it stayed at the top.
A confirmation popped up on the phone: Delete?
I hesitated, then deleted it.
Whether it was a slip of the finger or a sudden resolve, once I started, I knew I was forced to say goodbye to the past.
It was inevitable.
I didn’t select all to delete.
I went one by one.
It wasn’t just deletion, it was reviewing and severing my past life in this world.
With each deletion, I felt no attachment, only lighter, more practiced, smoother.
Until the last one.
I realized it was gone.
That was it?
That’s all that happened in this world?
Nothing worth grieving over?
I chuckled softly, deleting the final entry without a second thought.
As if I’d never cared.
I looked up at the ceiling, carefree, then felt the villa around me.
This was where I’d live from now on.
Pretty nice.
I reached out, ready to power off the phone.
I’d find a chance to get rid of it for good, out of my sight, out of my life.
But just as I was about to shut it down, the screen went black.
Completely out of battery.
Figures.
I hadn’t charged it for long, and I’d taken two calls and read diaries.
Plus, the battery leaked like crazy.
Looks like the phone was more eager to leave me than I was to let it go.
Not bad for a phone that’d been with me so long it really got me!
Don’t worry, I’ll give you a grand send-off someday!
Back in my room, I tossed the phone on the nightstand.
It was dead, so no worry about anyone seeing it.
Even if they did, the most important diaries were gone.
Nothing to fret about.
I knew I’d already said goodbye to the past.
Sometimes, all it took to make a decision was something small for me, just switching phones.
I hadn’t planned to go out.
A nice paid half-day off, ruined by those calls.
Though I kept telling myself I’d cut ties with the past, emotions didn’t shift that fast.
I’d even downloaded the academy’s delivery app.
But suddenly, I wanted to go for a walk.
And if I was going out, I might as well eat something delicious.
So, my takeout plan was scrapped.
I’d let myself go, enjoying things the way I wanted.
What couldn’t a good meal fix?
The ones who should be worrying were never me!
Standing in front of the dressing mirror, I adjusted my appearance and clothes, making sure nothing was off, then cheerfully headed out.
Where to?
No plan, no destination.
Straight to the bus stop for a blind-box ride!
It was free anyway.
I’d get off if I saw something interesting, wander until I was tired, then hop back on to enjoy the scenery.
Witch Academy was huge, every street a sight I’d never seen in my past life.
Of course, I’d need to avoid the areas affected by the recent battle.
Not sure if certain bus routes were still running.
I got lucky.
When I reached the platform, a bus pulled up.
It was nearly empty, just a few quiet senior sisters, making me feel a bit out of place.
After a while, I decided to get off and switch buses.
Not sure where the next stop was, but this road felt familiar.
Thinking back, wasn’t this one of the routes I took during registration?
Guess I wanted to see new places but ended up circling familiar ones.
No helping it.
For now, I was like someone who believed in fate, retracing my steps.
Nothing wrong with that.
Maybe I’d check for good restaurants along the way and try one out.
I hopped off, bidding farewell to the dull bus, and started aimlessly strolling down the street.
Even just walking, I felt a breath of freedom, the exhilaration of breaking my chains!
I greedily savored this novel sensation, knowing I’d soon get used to it.