Smudged Ink
Xavier doesn't speak; he writes.
Dearest Juliet, You said that I have to get over you. Seriously, Juliet? You think that right after this has happened that I can just move on? You think that I can go out and live my life as if nothing happened? Well, I have news for you, I'm not moving on, Jules. I can't. Don't you see? You left too quickly for my he...
⌲ With each stroke he came closer. With each movement they became more connected. With each soft touch he came to life under her. He was so close, but still a hundred miles away. If only she could erase him from her mind as easily as from the paper. All Rights Reserved...