And their hair entwined as they danced, one's hand in the other, one's head resting against the other's chest.
Amy put the note down. It was the ending to a short story. A very well-written one, named simply 'prologue'. They smiled as they read it, but that was enough.
It was odd, they thought, having an envelope slipped through their door for it to just be a story. They thought maybe it could just be at the wrong address, so they put it back in the envelope.
The only thing was, it had Amethyst Galstron written on the envelope. Hand-written.
They stared at it still.
YOU ARE READING
For You, My Love.
General FictionShort stories start appearing at Amy's door. They appear regularly, but they never know when a story will be there. They knows who writes them- they almost always have- it's just that it's impossible for them to be there. And without an explanation...
