“hey, anne.”
as he said this he slipped yet another flower behind her ear; a purple one.
“how are you?”
“…”
“i know that you’re not going to answer, but i just want you to know that i’m waiting for one.”
“…”
tears began to pool in his eyes as he lay his forehead on her shoulder.
“please answer.”
“…”
YOU ARE READING
❝hey, anne.❞
Короткий рассказhe asked questions and waited for her to respond. she never did. [lowercase intended] all rights reserved.
