Dear Summer,
I see you sent my records back, they're all scratched up.
Remember that one record I gave you? What was it?
Oh yeah, it was a jazz album. I remember the first time you heard it.
"What is this bullshit?" You said, all I could do was chuckle, and you unlocked another one of your precious smiles.
Your laugh was adorable too. Filling the silent air with joy and peace.
Soon the air became toxic with your vicious and cruel words.
Was it something I said?
Was it something I said?
We'll never know, will we?
Summer?
From, George.
song; jinsang - affection
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For No One
Short Story❝Dear Summer, did you enjoy breaking my heart? 'Cause I sure loved trying to seal it back up again.❞ When cigarettes and glass of wine become his only friend, George sends out letters to the one he once loved, completing the book of letters before t...
