"I've written your name on school's desks, but it wasn't enough. I've pictured your face in my mind, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to write you, to have you, and there was nothing more selfish, yet, I do not regret it."
Evelyn finds herself texting with an unknown guy, treating him as a trusted friend, but what if that guy wasn't so unknown?
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