Letters to S.
"She always told me her stories. For a while it was comforting. But then they stopped for a while. I had no one. I became no one." Fictional Writing.
"She always told me her stories. For a while it was comforting. But then they stopped for a while. I had no one. I became no one." Fictional Writing.
"All the punches didn't hurt, but word... word felt like knives cutting through her, she was always exhausted, consumed by everything" DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, ALL NAMES, CHARACTERS AND INCIDENTS ARE IMAGINED OR COINCIDENTAL TO REALITY. (Some Violence and Language is Included) Story by Hope of Project.Pr...