Hello, hello, ladies and gentlemen (and the non binaries, of course).
Note: My writing's rather amateur and might have mistakes, sorry for the inconvenience, I'm only 15. Don't hesitate to spam the comments; I do love reading them. ALSO IK Y'ALL LIKE SHIPPING PEOPLE HOW MUCH EVER THEY HAVE NO CHEMISTRY BETWEEN THEM AND THE STICKERS ARE SOMETIMES JUST- anyways.
Welcome to the story of 'The Nightingale and the Dove', a story of longing, forgotten friendships (?) and the imprint one makes on someone else's life, how ever much insignificant you consider yourself to be.
Let's get on with it, shall we?
Here's to Ann and Jo's story.
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The Nightingale and the Dove
General FictionAnn's dying, and her wish is to spend her last days with the only other person she'd ever loved besides her mother. But as she picks up the phone, she realizes it might be too late to connect with her long-forgotten friend. Will the phone be answere...
