It just wasn't the right time to tell her who I was, not yet at least.
The pages of this journal were my little coverup, but she was the sanctuary where I went to. It wasn't just a journal anymore for me. I could imagine her saying the words, the very words that made me believe life was actually worth living. Even if I never heard her voice, I knew that she would sound as beautiful as she wrote.
Cassidy,
I can't tell you my name, not yet; to reassure you though, I'm not a girl. You might be guessing right or farther from the truth than you thought. Keep guessing princess.
-A
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A/N WE ALMOST AT 600 READS. *dances* If I had the choice I'd fly over to all of you and hug you, but I know some people would probably be like "Nah, chill kai" ;
Anyways vomment so all of us can rule the world in the short story section >:D
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Prince Behind the Pages
Short StoryI wanted to know his name, his face, his voice--everything I knew about him was through the words written down on that little black book. But I wanted to know more; I wanted to know him. ~thank you so much for reading, voting, and commenting. the su...
