{Three}
"Hey love, it's me again. I found an old book." I say to no one in particular, I look down to the book in my hands, it looks so old yet so beautiful.
"I just know you would've loved it, if you were here, I would read it to you." I open the book, on the first page is written 'To the one I left behind. Always yours, your sincerely F'
I close the book, it cannot be. I refuse to believe it; it cannot be true.
"Did you write a book?" As if the universe answers for me, the wind blows and makes a page turn.
'My Darling Dearest,
If you ever manage to find this
Read this when you miss me,
Read this when your insecure,
Read this when you just don't know anymore.
I love you endlessly.
-Francis'
"I just want to disappear, just like you did."
YOU ARE READING
I need you here, why are you not here? If you're not here, where are you?
Short Story''I keep telling myself you are not a villain; you are just a boy. But somehow, I am always wrong. Cause you are a villain, you stole my heart and left with it.'' -Chapter Six TW: SH Alcholism Depression
