to robin,
i wonder how it would feel if i were to hold your hand at least once.
i invision your hand to be soft and warm while mine is freezing cold. is it weird to think about things like that? to think about us holding hands?
i should've held your hand at least once before you left.
from, nancy.
YOU ARE READING
the letters i couldn't send ✷ ronance
Fanfictionronance. robin buckley is dead and nancy wheeler writes letters to her after her passing.
