i know you told me that writing what i feel is good for me, but some days i just want to rip up all of these pages. you took such good care of me. found me when i needed someone the most, always knew the right things to say to calm me down. it's like a piece of me is gone now and there's no hope of getting it back. but you always told me "sad birds still sing", so here i am writing away my feelings. i swear when i find you, i will never write again.
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Disenchanted
RomanceSet in a pre-apocalyptic world, this short story goes through a collection of letters written by a man to his missing wife.
