So I'm sorry for what I said yesterday. I'm not used to talking to people - other people. I didn't mean to be so forward. You'll have to forgive me. I'll die anyway, when you go.
But today I began to get used to you. I ate, with you watching. Slept, with you watching. You watch everything I do, it seems. It's like you're reading me.
I like having you there.
YOU ARE READING
Until You Came
Historia CortaWhat would it feel like to be a character in a book? What if characters could observe every reader, just like the reader observes them? What if the story character you're reading about fell in love with YOU?
