"What are this notes, Lu?" You asked.
I didn't answer.
I didn't even move.
It was too late.
You took a note.
You read it.
You looked at me confused.
You took another one.
You read it.
You looked at me again.
You read all the notes.
You looked at me.
And you smiled.
a/n: aM I THE ONLY ONE DYING BECAUSE OF FEELS?
Ps. IT'S MY BIRTHDAY. This chapter is my birthday present for you guys :D Thank you so much for all your support, I love you.
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Short Story«I love telling you what I feel without you listening to me» This story is originally written by @booksforevah (its Spanish writer) I'm her official translator and I'm translating her story to English because she's my internet best friend and I lov...
