Dear (Cather) Wren,
I think I want to take you dancing sometime.
I'd really like to see what moves you've got to show off.
God knows I've got none.
But that will make it all the more better.
Yes, I did that on purpose.
You know I'm the smart one out of the both of us.
Don't deny it.
If it wasn't for me, you would've dropped out a long time ago.
Don't give me the, “We've only known each other for, like, a month” speech.
That is irrelevant.
I came just in time to keep you from dropping out.
End of discussion.
March 26,
Koda
YOU ARE READING
Letters from a Comatose Patient
Teen Fiction❝Dear Wren, I miss your laugh.❞ In which Koda writes to Wren with no intention of ever giving his letters to her.
