John immediately bolted up from his bed, sweat trickled down at the both side of his face. Exhausted, he ran his fingers through his hair. Another nightmare or another dream — he couldn't tell.
"It's Ginny again," He firmly shut his eyes as it was painfully recalling the event he tried to forget. He knew it was his fault.
He picked one of the letters scattered on the floor. He held it as if it was the most valuable thing in the world—maybe, for him.
John,
I fixed you even if it costs me to break myself apart to do it.
Ginny,
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Letters to John
RomantizmFrom the tons of letter were sent to golden boy's locker everyday, there was only one letter he kept reading. But what if he caught the person who's sliding it?
