Littérature Novels & Stories

He felt enraged with different emotions, wanting to punch himself for not knowing what to say because he was always good with talking to girls. "What are you writing?" Annie looked up to him again, confused as to why he was trying to talk to her. She cleared her throat, "Nothing, just... thoughts. It's weird, just something I do." She shook her head, feeling stupid for telling him that because she knew he would think it was pathetic. But he didn't. "Like... a journal?" He asked, not wanting to give away that he knew they were actually letters. He couldn't have her knowing that he knew the truth.