It was a cold winter morning, one of the days where people chose to stay put in their homes, but sitting alone on a rickety bench in a park there was a hunched over figure. Had it not been for the whimpering sound, one would have mistook the racking sobs for shivering. Clutched between the hands of the man was an old worn out diary. After a few moments, he composed himself, wiped off its cover, where few teardrops have fallen, and carefully tucked the diary back in the pocket of his jacket. He stood and left the park.
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Ella
Short StoryElla, the perfect definition of a wallflower: shy, introvert, sweet, soft spoken, intelligent, and a heart of gold. And this is her story.
