Dear Ally,
I was wrong.
Shane knew me.
In fact, he liked me. Like, a lot.
That book his parents handed me was his journal. There was a bookmark on a page.
I read it.
This time, I cried.
Missing you,
Scarlet
YOU ARE READING
Broken Words of a Broken Girl
Short StoryThoughts in our minds are often just lost in time. These are the one thrown away. The ones that disappeared, never to be seen again. The letters to Ally.
