He had seen him everyday.
In the cafe.
Walking on the sidewalk.
In the library.
Every. Single. Day.
Yet everyday, he lacked the courage to say even a word to him. He'd wake up in the morning, and he'd tell himself "Yes! Today is the day!"
But today was not the day. Or tomorrow. Or the day after that.
It wasn't because he was lazy, or he was frightened, like most people are.
Well, let's just say that Charlie was not most people.
Charlie had secrets. And not your average everyday secrets either.
Because Charlie is rabbit.
Yes, I know what you're thinking. "How the hell is that possible? Why would you write a story about a rabbit?"
Uh...... I don't really know.
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I'm Not Your Type
Short StoryCharlie is your average young adult, living a normal life in his hometown. Sort of. Okay, not at all. He's got an odd secret, and when he meets the man of his dreams, things may not go as planned.
