twenty

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DEAR JAMES,

a week.

it's been a week since i heard of william's death. and i couldn't feel worse.

it's my fault. i ran away and left him. like i did with everyone.

anyways, today was the first tutor lesson. we talked a little before it started, you asked what was on the letter that day i just said "i'm not gonna talk about it" and you changed the subject. you nosy fucker.

LOVE, ISABELLE

























NOTES:

soo,what do you think? The next chapter isabelle is gonna tell something and I don't know how are you gonna take it,hehe.

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