the piece of paper stares back at me, its glance strong and intimidating. with a pen in my hand, i begin to write the letters that are so private and emotional, they could count as a diary entries. i know the person i'm writing to will never open them- i'm not even sending them, for god's sake. but it still helps.
YOU ARE READING
invisible
Short Storyto him, i'm invisible (i'm so sorry this is such a cringe read at your own risk) (cover artwork does not belong to me, i found it on tumblr)
