After moving back to my apartment, I got a letter saying:
ყơ ıɬʂ ɬɧɛ Ɱıƈɧąɛɩ,
ɬɧҽ ℘ӏɑϲҽ ყօմ ŋҽҽɖ ɬơ ɠơ ɬơ ıʂ.
ɧıŋɬ 1: 7ɬɧ sɬɾҽҽɬ
sorry for the fancy handwritting. I thought to try it out.
7th Street, okay.
But that wasn't all on the letter. On the back it read:
Do me a favour and go to A cliff for me. All I want you to do is spread your arms wide and close your eyes. Don't fall okay.
Love you, Michael
So today I decided to go out of the city and into the woods. The trees spread over my windshield as I drive to the far side of New York. I went over to the cliff of where you could see places. It wasn't the highest cliff, but there I stood. Following Michael's instructions, I spread my arms and closed my eyes. I feel the wind blowing back my hair. I feel Michael holding me close for I won't fall. And as soon as I open my eyes he wasn't there.
JE LEEST
glimpse.
FanfictionShe hated how she was so desperate just for glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years.
