Dear Tille,
It's been a couple days since my last letter, I asked the guards to place white petunias at your grave, I begged them, they refused, simply because. I still remember the meaning of white petunias, most importantly - trust, peacefulness and innocence, I remember how you immediately claimed them your favorite after I told you their meaning. I remember how you made me wear all white for so long after that! I remember how I promised you that we'd wear white when going to the cemetery for any reason, just because you wanted to bring light there. Tille, I've been crying so much, grieving you, I'm not capable of crying anymore, it's, pitiful. Tille, you know I love you right? I love you, Tilly.
Much love and tears,
Tunia
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Imprisoned | Reformed series book 1
RandomTuni screams out desperately, begging for mercy, for sympathy, for compassion. She didn't kill the little girl, she had taken her in. She had found Tille dead in a puddle of blood and then cops came and assumed the crying woman was the one behind th...
