Share

68. Something Just Like This

How many hours have passed until they got sleepy again? 

They both fell asleep with their notebooks in their hands, one drawing his lady one more time, and trying to figure out an appropriate way to tell her that she is what he wants, finally, but not finding the way to say it yet.

The other one is writing him, wondering if a dying girl really needs to worry about titles, tags and protocols, when she feels that she’s loved and that love she feels makes her happy.

Does she, after all, have the right…? The chance to feel that?

The time for their date, and meeting spot was uncertain.

He showed up first, and went into the store, thinking that maybe she was there.

Diw

Locked Chapter
Continue to read this book on the APP

Related chapters

Latest chapter

DMCA.com Protection Status