“Let me go,” I said, my voice trembling despite my effort to stay calm. The anxiety in my chest was growing, making it hard to think clearly.
The guy just smirked, clearly enjoying the control he had. He paused, as if weighing his options, his grip only getting tighter. My mind raced, desperate for a way out, but all I could think was how much I wanted this to end.
Just then, another voice cut through the tension, sharp and commanding.
“When someone says to let go, you let them go.”
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Dear "J" | Sim Jake
RomanceHe sprinted along the shoreline, waves crashing at his feet, clutching a worn diary in his hand. With each step, he murmured, "Dear J," his voice laced with hope and urgency, as if the ocean itself might lead him to the one he was searching for. Wil...
