Dear James,
Where were you?
Sad wishes,
- Isabelle
James' P.O.V
I'm so weak.
So, so weak.
I did visit her.
Watching her was painful enough. But actually talking or touching her was another caliber.
I've caused her such pain.
Just because of me Isabelle looked so heartbreakingly sad.
Her facial expression alone drove a white hot spear straight through my chest.
Fix what I'd broken.
That's what I'd said to myself.
But even I can't fix something so shattered.
I am incapable of putting all her fragments back together.
I can't fix Isabelle.
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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...
