dear emily.
today i was looking through my draws and i found something,
a week before you died you came over and stayed the night.
do you remember that?
i found the necklace you were wearing.
when i recognised it was yours i cried.
i fucking cried.
every little memory of you makes me do nothing but cry.
im sorry.
sincerely adam.
YOU ARE READING
timing
Short Storyshe waited for when the timing was right - a series of letters - - book one -
