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Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 13: The Pages That Shouldn’t Exist

 🧠 **Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 13: The Pages That Shouldn’t Exist**


The diary he gave me —  

it looked ancient.  

Black leather. Torn edges.  

And… it smelled like burnt paper.


I opened the first page.


> My name was there.  

> My handwriting — but *not my memory.*


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**Entry 1:**  

> “Viyan sees the other self at 2:47 AM.”


That already happened.


I flipped the page.


**Entry 2:**  

> “He will ignore the second warning.”


What warning?


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I kept reading.  

Each entry was a future event.


Fights I hadn’t had yet.  

Dreams I hadn’t dreamt yet.  

Even a moment where I’d fall into a lake and nearly drown.


And then…


**Page 13.**


A name was circled in red ink.


> **Yalini.**


My heart skipped.  

Yalini was part of my memories…  

Someone I once felt something for.  

But we never spoke about it — not truly.


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Below her name, one line:


> “She will be the reason you remember… and the reason you forget.”


And at the bottom:


> **“Final entry: Viyan – Page 27.”**  

> *(Written, but unreadable. Ink smeared. As if it didn’t want me to know.)*


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I closed the book.


Suddenly the room felt smaller.


The fan above me spun slower.  

My reflection in the mirror blinked twice — **but I didn’t.**


> “Some pages,” I thought,  

> “were never meant to be written.”


But someone… or **something**… wrote them anyway.


🖋️ — *Viyan*


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