6/1/15
It's been a year, since I met you, and six months since you left me. Everyone has told me to stop trying to reach out to you. Little do they know, these letters don't go anywhere near you. They stack, letter on letter, in a shoe box, with no where to go. I have no clue where you went or why you left, and at this point, I'm not sure if I'd like to know.
I've worn myself out, looking for you, digging for your new address, a trace or lead to where you went. But you didn't leave anything behind. Nothing worth a second glance.
Eden
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A/N
i havent written a story in forever, and im way excited to start this story!!!
just as a side note, only a few chapters will be letters, then i will start writing in a regular format!
YOU ARE READING
Connecting the Dots
Teen FictionEden writes him letters. He doesn't respond, so she doesn't expect much. But then one day he calls. The next he texts. Day after, he's at her doorstep. ---- gorgeous cover was made by @soundthealarm ❤️
