𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟑𝟐𝐧𝐝 || 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

I looked on the ground and held her wrist. "Will we meet again?"

"On the 32nd," she simply replied.

I let go of her hands,

"What do you mean on the 32n-" When I looked up, she was already gone.