fingers tapped against a desk,
the conflicted silhouette of a boy illuminated by a dim lamp sitting atop the table's cluttered surface.
sheets of paper sat scattered around, filled with carefully thought words in black ink.
beside them, a stack of white envelopes,
their open mouths hungry for secrets.
the timid boy was still for ages,
an address in his head and fear in his heart.
his eyes scanned the contents of the
confessions before him,
his decision teetering as if
on the tip of a blade.
a ticking clock was heard by none, innumerable seconds passing as the boy's mind wrestled with the idea.
finally, movement.
if anyone would have been around,
they may have felt the change of determination in the air,
the scratch of pen against envelope,
and the sigh of relief from
a boy no longer afraid.
the end.
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love, j 》nomin
Fanfiction"here are the words I could never say, the words you'll never see."
