A small smile formed at the corner of Darian's lips, "My husband, I think I can call you that now. You are my husband, Darian." He wiggled his head, her beautiful handwriting clearly disseminated in the note.

He sighed and held the diary closer, "The first time I met you was not the best, but now I feel like I want to be with you every moment of my life, I don't want to ever live a second without you, I need you to survive, do you feel the same way?" Darian read out. Wriggling his head, he answered subconsciously, he felt the same way too, he needed her to...