“I miss you” she whispered to the wall. It has been long since the girl has talked to her friend. She knew it wasn’t anything that they could control. The girl understood life and school has gotten them in a tight web.
But she couldn’t help it, years of being abandoned by other author has made her paranoid. The PTSD was strong within, the writer knew this and would send weekly check up. The girl has grown a strong appetite for the stories the writer would tell, but she knew the best stories take time. The girl was willing to wait…
So for now she would look at their old photos and wait… the girl will wait.