a runaway note from one girl to her bestfriend whom never knew she loved him. *SHORT STORY* // COMPLETED

"i'm not afraid of death; i just don't want to be there when it happens." (cover by elle)

a story in which you find out if memories really can be replaced

There are some things we end up not sending.

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.