Dear... I don't know,
I saw you in class today.
You saw me.
Your expression hadn't changed since our last encounter. Stoic and emotionless.
Yet another reminder of who you used to be.
Who you were turning back into...
Slowly but surely.
Actually, scratch the slowly part.
YOU ARE READING
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?
