he listened, as she told him about what made her eyes light up. she told him about poetry; about how she could pour her heart out onto the paper through letters and words. she told him about how written letters could show her deepest thoughts better than spoken words ever could. she told him about how she found comfort in watching the ink spill onto the paper and knowing she was the one who put them there.
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Searching the Stars // ✔
Short Storytwo people, each their own mystery. each their own vault of secrets and emotions. each broken in different ways, but broken nonetheless. will their broken pieces fix them or break them even further? // lowercase is for aesthetic purposes // cover by...
