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.