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The Letter:
Donnie's view:
He knew he had to write it down. It was the only way to let her go. She did mean something to him. But the timing wasn't right. He had to let her stay, it wasn’t safe for her to come with him. He thought about all possibilities. But the end result would be the same. It would have been too dangerous. He started writing the letter. But he doubted himself. What should he write? What could he write? He shook off his doubts from his shoulders and started writing. - Hey there…- No… this wasn’t a happy letter. - Dearest…- No. I’m not writing to my grandmother. - Dear…- Yes.
He folded the letter, put it inside the envelope. He looked upon her sleeping body on the bed. “I hope you’ll understand.” He thought. He put the envelope on the pillow next to her. He grabbed his jacket and the bag with all his stuff. “Goodbye my love.” He silently closed the door and went outside. They were already waiting in the car. He quickly threw the bag in the trunk and got in the car. “Let’s go.” He said promptly. “No time to lose.”
Lune's view:
He said, “I love you.” And he meant it. At that time. He said that he loved me. But did he really mean it? She wondered for hours, days... wishing she could know for a certainty. It’s been so long...she couldn’t remember the last time he held her in his arms. She couldn’t remember the last time he thrusted inside of her. She couldn’t remember his smile when he climaxed. But she knew. They were meant for each other. There was no possible way that this was not real. There was no possibility he lied to her. They were happy. They truly were. But was it really? Maybe it was a dream? Maybe she was lying to herself? Maybe she just tried to escape from her hell? Did she? Did she all imagine the relationship? Is that why she can’t remember anymore how it felt? When he stroke his hand over her body. When they kissed passionately… When they felt pure happiness….together looking at each other. Into their eyes. Holding their hands intertwined. Was it a dream? Or was it real? Her mind hurted thinking about it. It can’t be a dream. She wouldn’t have felt it otherwise. He was there for her. He introduced himself, he said hello. He asked for a date. “I can’t remember the details. Why can’t I remember the details?” She mumbled. But then she took the letter. It was real. This letter was the only thing that proved he existed. I’m not dreaming. This was real. She knew that it was real. She held the letter closely to her heart. “I’m coming for you. Please wait for me.”
Story written by: Lawrence O
Story assistant: Meeee
Art by: https://www.facebook.com/Oimilkyboo/
Character owned by: Me
Donnie's view:
He knew he had to write it down. It was the only way to let her go. She did mean something to him. But the timing wasn't right. He had to let her stay, it wasn’t safe for her to come with him. He thought about all possibilities. But the end result would be the same. It would have been too dangerous. He started writing the letter. But he doubted himself. What should he write? What could he write? He shook off his doubts from his shoulders and started writing. - Hey there…- No… this wasn’t a happy letter. - Dearest…- No. I’m not writing to my grandmother. - Dear…- Yes.
He folded the letter, put it inside the envelope. He looked upon her sleeping body on the bed. “I hope you’ll understand.” He thought. He put the envelope on the pillow next to her. He grabbed his jacket and the bag with all his stuff. “Goodbye my love.” He silently closed the door and went outside. They were already waiting in the car. He quickly threw the bag in the trunk and got in the car. “Let’s go.” He said promptly. “No time to lose.”
Lune's view:
He said, “I love you.” And he meant it. At that time. He said that he loved me. But did he really mean it? She wondered for hours, days... wishing she could know for a certainty. It’s been so long...she couldn’t remember the last time he held her in his arms. She couldn’t remember the last time he thrusted inside of her. She couldn’t remember his smile when he climaxed. But she knew. They were meant for each other. There was no possible way that this was not real. There was no possibility he lied to her. They were happy. They truly were. But was it really? Maybe it was a dream? Maybe she was lying to herself? Maybe she just tried to escape from her hell? Did she? Did she all imagine the relationship? Is that why she can’t remember anymore how it felt? When he stroke his hand over her body. When they kissed passionately… When they felt pure happiness….together looking at each other. Into their eyes. Holding their hands intertwined. Was it a dream? Or was it real? Her mind hurted thinking about it. It can’t be a dream. She wouldn’t have felt it otherwise. He was there for her. He introduced himself, he said hello. He asked for a date. “I can’t remember the details. Why can’t I remember the details?” She mumbled. But then she took the letter. It was real. This letter was the only thing that proved he existed. I’m not dreaming. This was real. She knew that it was real. She held the letter closely to her heart. “I’m coming for you. Please wait for me.”
Story written by: Lawrence O
Story assistant: Meeee
Art by: https://www.facebook.com/Oimilkyboo/
Character owned by: Me
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Category All / All
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Size 1006 x 1280px
File Size 366.6 kB
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