A Trip Inside My Head

A Trip Inside My Head

  • WpView
    Membaca 1,010
  • WpVote
    Vote 110
  • WpPart
    Bab 22
WpMetadataReadDewasaBersambung1j 58m
WpMetadataNoticePublikasi terakhir Sab, Agt 24, 2019
WpInfo
Fiksi
Romansa
I won't wish for anything, I'll just keep my stupid hopes for myself because it sounds crazy to hope that I can see her, but I hope I can, so I hope that we will get to meet again one way or another, and I hope we can be together again in this life or another.
Seluruh Hak Cipta Dilindungi Undang-Undang
Bergabunglah dengan komunitas bercerita terbesarDapatkan rekomendasi cerita yang dipersonalisasi, simpan cerita favoritmu ke perpustakaan, dan berikan komentar serta vote untuk membangun komunitasmu.
Illustration

anda mungkin juga menyukai

  • Behind the Letters
  • My Hitwoman
  • TL TD
  • The Ex (Lesbian LGBT Story)
  • Why Me? (GxG)✅
  • A. L. L.  Y. O. U
  • 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙺𝚂.𝙶×𝙶

It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.

Detail lengkap
WpActionLinkPanduan Muatan