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Y/n displays her thoughts in the form of a letter every night and then burry them in the black rose garden. But who is this mysterious boy in her dreams who knows about everything she writes in her letters, what she Dreams and also about her not-so-gloriois past. And how is he in her class now?!!
~~Sitting on the study table with a full mind and a blank page. Am I just confused where to start from or I just don't want to start at all?
For the millionth time I am questioning myself on why I do this everyday. What's the use? Is there supposed to be a use? Can I not do this just for time pass? Writing letters to No one? Am I weird? Yes I am. There's no doubt in that. But why am I getting obsessed with writing these letters when I started just for fun? Agh I don't know. I don't know anything. And I don't want to know anything either. Let me just be clueless. It's better than knowing everything. Each and every hurtful thing. ~~
I fold the peice of paper in the tiniest peice I can and take it down to the garden.My steps halt in front of the black roses as I pluck one of them and burry the paper in it's place.
After placing the petals of the freshly removed rose on the burried letter, I go back in and sleep.
And that's how it goes every night...Each day and each night.
