Dear Edmund:
It was almost painful, how much I noticed. I noticed your thumb caressing my fingers the most. And I leaned my fingers against yours a little bit more, and your hand moved away a bit, almost startled. I'm sorry, Edmund, for startling you. But your hand came back, and your thumb caressed again, so softly nobody would have noticed, but I noticed, like I have never noticed before. And I didn't move my fingers again. I didn't want to startle you. The prayer was over, and everyone lowered their hands, so we did too. And you let out a breath. My hands started to shake again. And I could finally breathe. But Edmund, this might seem strange, but I don't like the way I breathe anymore. It has a nicer rhythm when I'm close to you. And maybe I can't breathe so well, but I don't mind. I just want you to know that.
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Letters to Edmund
Non-Fiction"Letters to you, even though you'll never get them" (This book is like a diary for me, everything that happens actually happens for real, so please respect my work and the characters because they are real people)
