"I don't know uf you remember but... When you told me why am I talking to a girl like you..."
"Yeah...?"
"What did you mean? A guy like what?"
"Oh, nothing."
"No, tell me."
"Hot."
YOU ARE READING
Day Dreamers
Short Story"You write so beautufully, The inside of your head must be a terrible place" About a girl writer and a boy artist who found each other at the dark times.
