Louis: December 15th, 7:00 PM
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So in 9 days, I'm finally going to see a friend of mine. How could I possibly know everything about her but no her name?
Right now, I'm in this books store near my apartment to buy her a book that she might like. Paris loves reading books and is a huge fan of Audrey Hepburn. She occasionally writes a quote from Audrey or a book at every end of her letters.
She did mention this book her dad would often read to her on Christmas. It's not a Christmas story, but she says Santa does show up and gift weapons.
The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe
"Excuse me, do you still have this book?" I ask the cashier, lifting a picture of the book's cover.
"Uhm, no. You're too late. The last one was just bought a few minutes ago."
"Really? Just before I came here?" I stutter.
"Yes." The woman nicely nodded.
I suddenly lost hope. That book was possibly the one thing that would make her happy. But how come I didn't know anything else she liked? We've been writing letters to each other and have known each other for a long time now. (We started sending letters in the 6th grade)
I look down at my feet as I walked with the cold breeze of winter when I suddenly bumped into someone.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" I exasperated, taking a peek at the person who had just nearly tripped me over.
"C-Chloe?" I stutter.
"Louis?"
YOU ARE READING
𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊-Louis Partridge
FantasyA stranded boy in New York and a girl who has very special genes? Interesting how this story goes far.
