you pulled me away to vernon. i don't know why you did that but silly me, i didn't even budge while you're pulling me. when we stopped, i asked you why.
"he's bad. he was a snatcher."
i was shocked for a moment then i composed myself.
"i don't care, hunter. like you said, was. he changed, can't you see?"
after that, you hugged me. a hug that can make me feel safe. just... why? what's going on with you? i'm keeping my distance, because i don't want to be hurt anymore.but you keep coming close to me.
"i want you to be safe. irene got into an accident. i just came back from the hospital."
i don't know if you like me or if you're just lonely. i don't know if opening up to you is safe.
i don't know if this is real.
because it feels like it's a dream. if it is, then I don't want to wake up. but you got a phone call.
"irene needs me. take care of yourself, autumn."
goodbye, hunter.
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Goodbye, Hunter
Short Story❝ you're the reason why there are silhouette dreams and unstitched seams. you're every sonnet i make and the pills i take. you are the one that i love and the one i wish i could have ❞
