°3rd Grade, November 8th 2012,
Pylle began to brainstorm a couple ways to liberate herself from her thoughts.
Coming up with ideas one by one, her therapist suddenly suggests,
"How about you write? Maybe like letters?"
Pylle lifts one brow up,
"To who?"
"It doesn't have to be a person—if it is, it could be anyone. And if you don't like that, it doesn't have to be anyone at all."
'Maybe. Maybe I should. Maybe I will',
she thought.
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So she did.
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FanfictionShe's ill and silent; he's a canvas for her words ° ° ° She struggles to deal with mental issues so she discovers a way to cope; by writing letters. The letters are to a person she doesn't know or exist. However, it turns out that he does exist. And...
