Dear boyfriend,
I laid in bed all day today. I couldn't bare to move.
I was just staring at my ceiling, like I had been doing for the past eight hours, when I heard knocks on my window.
Falling out of bed, I was on the floor, shaking.
What if it was you?
What if you were badly hurt?
Or worse...
What if you weren't, but he was in the hospital?
I hoped it wasn't you, knowing that if I saw your face, I would probably throw up.
My head peaked over my bed, towards the window.
Allan.
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Dear Boyfriend,
Short Story***COMPLETED*** A story of a girl who was once bullied, and writes letter to her boyfriend, but never sends them. Or does she?
