And then you started walking again, brushing past me ever so softly. I shivered, and I have a sneaking suspicion it had nothing to do with the cold wrapping itself around my bones. I turned to watch you, your posture astute and weary; like you were carrying the sins of the world and you knew it.
YOU ARE READING
Safety Pins
Teen Fiction❝And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.❞
