Dear boyfriend,
Surprisingly, he only had a few cuts and marks here and there. I immediately let him into my room, and rushed to get a first aid kit.
He sat quietly on my bed, looking ashamed of himself.
I rested my hand on his shoulder, making his eyes meet mine.
"It's not your fault," I tried to explain.
He kept shaking his head, ignoring my protests.
"I shouldn't have done it. I-I shouldn't have done that. He's your b-boyfriend-" He started to panic.
I did the first thing that came to mind.
I hugged him.
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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?
