Dear Estella,
Today Ms. Rose gave us forms for the school trip.
I remember how we would sleep together when we were small, and we would switch off all the lights at 10 o'clock in the night when the teachers would come to check on us. After they'd leave, you would take a blanket and wrap it around us, switch on the torch and narrate horrific ghost stories.
I remember how I would cuddle up in fright next to you and you would run your fingers through my hair, instantly calming my nerves.
I can still smell you from my memories.
Love,
Azura
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Dear Estella
Short StoryBecause sometimes, you can't tell her by your tongue, so you tell her by your hand.
