the night of the woods, you came to me.
walking into my room through a window since doors always seemed usuless to you, it wasn't like my parents were going to invite you inside, anyway. so you clambered in, without a sound.
a glimspe of your cream skin glinted in the moonlight as you stood at my window, watching me.
"escape with me, wyatt" you breathed before climbing through the window again, a small white dress flowing from your bruised spine. eyes desperate, yet i didn't follow.
something was happening that night, something that you needed to see on your own.
so i didn't go,
and
i was right.
wyatt
YOU ARE READING
unequivocal.
General Fictionnight and day our fears and dreams, different but equally as captivating. these our your letters you never got to read enda.
