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Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 20: The Last Page (Finale)

 🧠 **Unknown Mind: Viyan’s Diary – Part 20: The Last Page (Finale)**


I sat at the desk where I wrote my first journal entry.


But this time…  

I wasn’t afraid.


This wasn’t a page written in darkness.  

It was born from fire.  

From survival.


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I opened a new notebook.  

Not Yalini’s.  

Not mine.


**Ours.**


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And I wrote:


> “Dear Unknown Mind,  

> You were once my enemy.  

> A fog I couldn’t see through.  

> A fear that whispered louder than my thoughts.”


> “But today, I don’t fear you.  

> I understand you.”


> “You showed me the real face of silence — and how to scream inside it.”  

> “You showed me what love looks like when it chooses to stay… even uninvited.”  

> “And you reminded me…  

> that healing doesn’t mean forgetting.”  

> “It means remembering — and surviving anyway.”


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I closed the notebook.


No tears.  

No shaking hands.  

Just breath.  

Still and full.


---


I looked at the broken mirror one last time.


Not to see the cracks —  

but the light breaking through them.


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And I whispered:


> “Thank you, Yalini.  

> For waiting.  

> For writing.  

> For believing in the boy who forgot how to believe in himself.”


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This was never just my story.  

It was **ours**.


And now…  

**it belongs to the world.**


🖋️ — *Viyan*


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