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VIOLA ANONYMOUS
VIOLA GROANS ANNONYINGLY, HER body stiff with fatigue as she snuggles deeper into the white flannelette sheets of her bed. The strange texts managed to keep her captive in bed, an ongoing cycle of thoughts running through her mind in a never-ending loop and stopping her from getting up—not that she was complaining.
who are you?
[7:32am]As soon as her fingers leave the keypad she sets her phone down with a huff, crossing her arms and feeling something heavy in the deep pit of her stomach.
YOU ARE READING
Hi, Beautiful ✓
Historia Corta𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥. You either start as strangers, stay as strangers or leave as strangers. [i first wrote this when i was 15 and edited it at 18 to be mildly less cringey. cut me some slack. enjoy the ride] © 2018 by jules.