Dear Elliot,
I remember it all clearly, I remember you hitting me on the shoulder with your book.
"Hey!" I yelled when the book made contact with my shoulder.
You looked at me angrily. "Oh, sorry," you muttered.
And that was when I hated you, Mr. Ingles.
YOU ARE READING
What We Could've Been
Kısa HikayeDear Elliot Ingles, This is Eloise. I'm going to tell you a story. No doubt you know the story, but I'm going to tell it from my point of view. This is the story of us and what we could've been.
