+john is eighteen
The small little diary sits on top of my desk, beckoning me to open it.
It's tempting, but I don't think I'm ready to read her thoughts just yet.
It has now been exactly a year since she died.
And I finally open the small diary and read all of her secrets.
YOU ARE READING
letters
Romancethey were five when they started writing. they were seventeen when they stopped. he was eighteen when he read her letters. he was nineteen when everything fell apart. +cover creds to abhaya ♥︎
