11th February 2013
I tried drawing you today, but I got frustrated and you know me, I get angry quickly and then calm down quickly. I couldn't capture your beauty, the way your hair frames your face, the way your dimples appear.
Maybe I was wrong in my last letter. Maybe I am forgetting. Earlier this girl called Jessica asked me what you looked like and it took me a second to remember your eye colour. Your eyes, of all features; your eyes were a galaxy I knew better than the back of my hand.
Anyway, I got angry, threw my sketchbook at the wall. My mum heard and came in, and got a full view of Bee sleeping on my bed.
She went pale and walked straight back out.
I'm scared.
I need you Bianca.
I love you
Ashley
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Dear Bianca
Short StoryThis is a short story in response to @whyydoieven's story Dear Ashley. DISCLAIMER - me and Pixel are best friends, and all credit goes to her for the original story. The idea is that Ashley writes replies to Bianca's letters but is always too scared...
