to the boy with blue eyes,
you finally asked me why i was a mess: both physically and mentally.
i didn't want to break down right there in front of you to demonstrate how weak i was, but i did.
i cried.
you said sorry for asking, but didn't leave my bedside.
thanks for your concern.
sincerely,
- seto
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catch a dream ; setosolace
Fanfictioni don't like to fondle with my emotions, but if there's regards to him, i would. (a series of texts and letters seto writes to the boy with blue eyes ; lowercase intended.) | setosolace |
