Chapter 12 First Kiss

• Zoella Pov
• The diary was packed with tales that would take me ages to digest. She had been pouring her heart into those pages for a solid 15 years. The first entry I stumbled upon was a haunting memory of Dad lashing out at us in the pouring rain, revealing his struggle with alcoholism. As I flipped through the pages, gripping the photographs tightly, a wave of anger washed over me.
• The thunder rumbled ominously outside as I shut the window, trying to block out the storm both inside and out. Earlier, I had come home feeling drained, unable to even muster the energy to prepare dinner for everyone, despite my best efforts. Zavion had picked up on my odd mood, but I avoided his gaze, retreating upstairs and asking Izzy to cover for me. A sudden knock on the door caught me off guard, and to my surprise, it was Zavion standing there.