Till I met you
DAWN'S POV.
The mail icon had a notification that said plus one on it, it popped and hopped in anticipation of being clicked. I would do so without reluctance if I wasn't frightened out of my mind of what the mail contained—whatever it contained does a lot in deciding how interesting my life would transform or the polar opposite; I didn't want the polar opposite. I heaved a sigh clasping my hands together before settling them on my thighs. Well, here goes nothing, I clicked, then immediately rested my palms on my face—completely covering my eyes so I don't see the contents of the mail immediately, I slowly spread my fingers enough to see a word, two, a phrase, then a sentence.
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