Letters to Edmund

A quiet girl, that is a little two aware of her surroundings, her nose stuck a little too deep into a book, a little too shy for her liking, and a little too insane to care.
A popular boy, like the ones in the books the girl reads, only not quite the same, a little too real to be perfect, and a little too sad for the girl not to notice.
She writes, because she feels like it’s the last bit of sanity that’s left in her, so why not write about the thing that drives her insane?

Letters to you, even though you’ll never get them.