Laur dzieła

In which Michael writes letters to the love of his life But theres only one problem,she never replies. Why? Because she's dead.. *short story*

"Whats wrong?..." Hes says quietly kneeling down to me . I kept my head in My knees crying softy into it. I felt his had touch my shoulder "I promise Its alright or it will get better..." I slightly looked up at him I stared at him tears flowing down my cheeks. He smiled at me putting his hand on my cheek wiping my tears away with his thumb "What's wrong..." he asked me again I stared into his eyes "....i-I-I'm d-different..."I shuttered and sniffed when I said it "different how?" I stared at his eyes not wanting to speak "Garroth what do you mean by Different...?"