365 Days - LH
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Last published Wed, May 4, 2016
Text Sent To Mr. No One at 2:19 am
: I have an idea Mr. No One
Text Received From Mr. No One at 2:20 am
: And what would that be Ghost
Text Sent To Mr. No One at 2:20 am
: In exactly one year, we will meet each other in person and you know, tell our real names and everything else
Text Received From Mr. No One at 2:20 am
: You know, I think for once you actually had a good idea haha, so we will meet on November 12th of next year?
Text Sent To Mr. No One at 2:21 am
: Yes Mr No One. Do we have a deal
Text Received From Mr. No One at 2:21 am
: Yes, I believe so
In which a girl sends a random message to an unknown number and it turns into something beautiful.
This story has self harm, suicidal thoughts/actions, anorexia, bullying, and other images or actions that may be offensive. I do not want to push anything on anyone, and please do not copy any of theses actions or thoughts in this story. This is pure fiction.
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