every night, at midnight, a boy would call his best friend up, who is unpredictably a girl and read her poems to sleep.
they weren't all his poems, but that never mattered to the girl. she enjoyed how he took time out of his sleep and bothered enough to call her up - 12am sharp, just to read her a few.
here is their very short story about it.
YOU ARE READING
midnight poems
Short Storyin which a boy reads to a girl poems [ All Rights Reserved // Pure Fiction ]
