Dear Grey,
i was having a stroll at the park near my place because this week has been rough to me and i decided to take a breath amidst the school works and home works drowning me on the depth of darkness and loneliness.
memories flashed back, and the picture that fell of my satchel didn't really help.
curious what is it?
just you and me, staring at each other as if we're the only people existing
-g.b
ps. and yes, strolling at the park just made me drown even more. i should've gone to the mountains or to the woods, it would be more peaceful there
pss. but i was surprised, my tears didn't went out of their cages
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Letters
Short Storyin which a girl writes letters to her ex-boyfriend, trying to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart.
