August 30
C,
After days spending my time in the attic...
C...
It's not you, right? Tell me it's not you in this. Tell me...
Tell me you're not killed by your brother!
C...
I don't believe that you're gone now. My mom told me you moved so it's impossible that this is you! You're alive!
Yeah, this probably is a different kid, right?
You're still alive and we'll still meet if we get the chance to you're still alive! I'll still show you that I can solve a rubik's cube. We'll still be friends.
tell me you're alive
D
YOU ARE READING
puzzled
Short StoryAnd no, I'll never get tired writing letters for you even if you can't read this. Even if you left without saying goodbye. Even if it hurts. I'll not get tired. These letters that are dedicated to you are my only way to vent... even if they say you...
