Dear James,
I felt a killer headache coming.
A perpetual pounding on the left side of my brain.
I thought I was going to die.
But obviously I am still alive.
I screamed and screamed but my body showed no mercy to me.
The last thought I had before I completely broke down was:
Please make this excruciating pain end.
Do what you want to make it end.
Please...
I am begging you.
Sad wishes,
- I
James' P.O.V.
Pain.
I can feel her pain.
Every fucking day.
Every fucking day I search for her.
Every fucking day I long for her.
Every fucking day I care for her deeply.
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Letters For Her Saviour
Short StoryJames Sinclair receives letters from an anonymous person. As time passes by he feels the strong need to ease her pain and show her what real happiness is like. Slowly he's falling for the girl with no face. But what he doesn't know is that death is...