Dear Belladonna,
A Cup of Dust. Your favorite bookstore, my favorite coffee shop. Most people overlooked the cozy store, crinkling their noses at such a name. But you adored it, entranced by the way you were swallowed in the smell of old pages and new coffee. I think it might have been better if I wasn't entranced, too. Entranced by you.
-Hael
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Dear Belladonna
Short StoryDear Belladonna, I don't know why it happened then. I don't know why it is still happening now. It is as if I am reliving the final moment, again and again, locked away here. -Hael
