Entry 2
Diary, diary,
Molly. My Molly. Her delicate frame, her big bright eyes. Oh, Molly. Sweet girl. Her hair. Her lips. Her button nose. Molly. I fear the worst is yet to come for her. I yearn the best to come for her. Molly. She will appreciate it at some point. I will have her eventually. But not now. Not yet. She's not quite ready. Molly. My Molly.
A/n Who the fuck is writing these diary entries? Who do you think it is? Tell me in the comments who you think is writing about her.
YOU ARE READING
Diary, Diary// f.w.
Fiksi PenggemarWhen a new guy moves to town, weird things start to happen. The more Molly tries to find answers, more questions are brought to the table. What is going on?
