Sincerely, Ethan

Sincerely, Ethan

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"Dear William, You'll never receive these letters, so why do I keep writing them?" Ethan has a secret. No, it's not some secret that would land him in jail. No, it's not something that would cause him to be outcasted. No, it's not known to anyone but him. Ethan's secret is that he writes letters. That may not sound too bad but when you toss in a secret love interest and a few mishaps, Ethan realises his life only started to get complicated. {contains strong language} Disclaimer: This book is a work of fiction and is my work only. Any relation to any person, living or deceased, is entirely fiction. P.S. This is an LGBTQ+ story, if you don't like that, don't read it. I will not tolerate any rude or hateful comments on my story.
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My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

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