Hello dear Writer,
I still remember the way he saw me, the way our hearts thumped, and that moment when our lips were just inches apart. But alas, you never made us kiss.
I hate you dear Writer, I hate you.
It feels horrible to let my string dangle in your hands. But I guess that's my fate. I've no right to script my future. I'm just meant to be a character of someone else's story.
But u do hope you make us kiss in the next scene.
Yours lovingly,
A character of your story
YOU ARE READING
The Pencilled Letters
Short StoryDear Readers, These are the letters pencilled in my diary. They are the words that tuned the white of my diary to grey. They are letters written to small little things around us. Yours, Chinmay
