Dear Elliot,
Ninth grade. That's when it started.
That's when you came to me and said, "Eloise?"
I looked at you.
"Um, want to get some...uh, food?" You asked.
"Sure," I said. I remember looking at the door, cheeks getting hot, wondering why Elliot Asthmer, most popular guy in school, was asking me out.
I accepted.
This was the beginning of us.
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What We Could've Been
Short StoryDear 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.
