Dear Edmund:
I think a lot about this, and I find it a bit ironic, that it actually happened.
I fainted, the other day.
It was a Thursday, like any other Thursday. But this Thursday I fainted, and probably made a scene.
It was strange, because sometimes I wonder, who would catch me if I fall, and I wish it was you.
But that day I felt ill from the very beginning, and on first period I was trembling. I was trembling so much that when I tried to write a dot I wrote a long line. My hand just dropped.
That was the moment I realized that there was something terribly wrong.
So I got up, told the teacher that I wasn't feeling well, and left. I didn't glance your way Edmund, I was afraid you would see the panic in my eyes. I wanted you to help me, but I was too afraid to ask.
YOU ARE READING
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)
