Letters.
It littered the floor. Letters to her.
These were written for her, by the one and only Grace.
That's all she needed. Something to fight for.
That day, she joined the hunt.
The first memory that comes flashing by was a girl about the same age as him, dark wavy hair tied in a tight... More
Letters.
It littered the floor. Letters to her.
These were written for her, by the one and only Grace.
That's all she needed. Something to fight for.
That day, she joined the hunt.