lines between us
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Last published Mon, Feb 3, 2025
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"With you, I've found my favorite lines in this story we're writing." - Train, Marry me
~ The margins between the story are a story themselves. ~
The storm in her mind stopped as she sat at the windowsill of the library, her favourite book in hand. The big space between the two paragraphs looked so inviting to her. She could practically hear them talking in soothing voices, as she picked up her pen. With warm, honey like whispers they welcomed her as she began writing her chosen words for the day.
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what happens when the seemingly perfect boy finds comfort in the anonymous writers words inside of library books?
and what happens when he gets paired up with her without knowing that it's her?
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