My girlfriend's downfall-Chapter 26 -

To make Lily happy, I'd often get this crazy urge to drive two hours from a nearby city just to bring her some legit Japanese food.

Sometimes, we'd stay up late, driving to the beach in the middle of the night, hiding out in the car, and watching the stars through the sunroof until dawn. Then, we'd make love in the car before heading home, totally wiped out. She'd also secretly knit me a scarf with my initials on it, even though I'd tease her, saying, "Why a scarf in the summer?" But honestly, I loved it. Other times, she'd learn some sexy dance moves and show them off before we got intimate.

But every time I was with Lily, when I was inside her, seeing her beautiful body in the mirror, those old memories would come rushing back. I'd see Jack and Noah with her, and it would make me even more excited, my body reacting uncontrollably. I couldn't tell if I couldn't forget those memories or if I didn't want to.

Lily and I had been living this sweet, stable life for about a month, and the memories of her past were fading. My curiosity and distress about her past were almost gone. But then, one day, something stirred it all up again.

"Kevin, tidy up the balcony. I'll go organize Jan's stuff in the living room," Lily said, sitting on my lap.

"Wait a minute, let's rest a bit more." Even though I said that, my hand was already sneaking into her blue shorts, moving her cotton panties aside, grabbing her firm, full butt.

"No! We need to finish the work." Lily pouted and wriggled in my lap, pushing my hand away.

Looking at her slightly pouting lips and furrowed brows, she looked even more beautiful, almost like a fairy. Her quarter-Russian heritage gave her this proud, ethereal beauty and a touch of heroism.

How could I let go of such a girl? I smiled, and my hand slipped from behind her, diving into the neckline of her tank top, grabbing her ample breasts. The weather was still warm, and Lily rarely wore a bra at home, which made it easy for me. Her D-cup breasts seemed even bigger, and I felt a secret delight.

"Stop it, or I'll get mad. If we get behind schedule, I'm punishing you with no nookie tonight." Lily's mock-serious threat was adorable.

My heart melted, and I let go of her, laughing, "Okay!"

Lily, like a nimble little deer, jumped off my lap, and turned around, pouting, her bright eyes mixed with happiness and shyness. "Get to work!" she said, then slipped on her white slippers and ran down the steps.

I greedily stared at Lily's graceful back, her snow-white, slender legs, and her round, chubby feet until she swayed out of my sight. Only then did I turn contentedly towards the balcony.

There had been some changes in Lily's living situation. Jan, the middle-aged woman who used to live with her, was planning to head back to her home country. A new international student was moving in, and thank goodness it was a girl because I wouldn't have been cool with a guy living with Lily. Lily thought it would be a good idea to clean up the place before her new roommate arrived, so we decided to tackle it together this Sunday afternoon.

When I opened the balcony door, I was greeted by a mountain of clutter. I had never really paid attention to this area during my visits to Lily's place. Now, it looked like it was going to take a while to sort through. There were old, broken lamps, dried-up potted plants, and discarded cardboard boxes—mostly junk. So, I started stuffing everything into a big black garbage bag.

I stumbled upon a box full of papers, a large stack of what looked like assignments and materials. It was all in Lily's handwriting. Out of curiosity, I picked up a few sheets and flipped through them. They were covered in "Good" and "Great" comments. I smiled to myself. It seemed Lily was not only gorgeous but also a stellar student.

Even though these items probably held some memories for Lily, they were just collecting dust here, so they likely didn't matter anymore. Besides, they were memories that had nothing to do with me. Without much thought, I tossed those papers into the garbage bag too.

Suddenly, a small dark brown leather notebook fell out of the pile of old papers. It was about the size of half a sheet of letter paper and about an inch thick. My heart skipped a beat. What was this? Could it be Lily's diary?

I had never seen Lily use this notebook, and the stuff here seemed to be from before I met her. If this was indeed Lily's diary, it must have been from when she was with Jack. Should I read it?

My past obsession with Lily's history—why she trusted Jack so implicitly, what she owed him—resurfaced. I had asked some of Lily's friends, seniors, and even checked her social media profiles, but I found nothing. Lily and Jack had lived together, isolated, and their secrets remained just that. Her online presence offered only vague, introspective posts that hinted at her emotional state but revealed nothing specific.

Now, Lily and I were deeply in love, and my obsession with her past had faded. But even as I told myself this, a powerful curiosity gripped me. I picked up the notebook and flipped through the pages.

It was filled with Lily's handwriting, mostly schedules—meetings with her advisor, trips to the university office, and things like that. There was also a section with contact information for other international students. But there were no diary entries. Despite this, something caught my eye: about a third of the notebook had been completely torn out.

What had been on those missing pages? My curiosity and questions deepened. I seemed to immediately forget about the task of tidying the balcony and threw aside my worries. I became somewhat obsessed as if something had taken over my mind. I began to frantically search the balcony for the missing pages.

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