The Letter
Over the next week— we got closer. --- Not suddenly. Not all at once. --- Just… gradually. --- We talked more. --- Mostly online at first. --- But even in school— things felt easier. Less tense. --- She wasn’t as quick to avoid me. --- And I wasn’t guessing anymore. --- I had started to understand her. --- The way her voice changed when she was excited. How her eyes shifted when she was unsure. The way she tried to hide when she felt down— but never fully could. --- She was… readable. --- Like a book. --- And all I had to do— was adjust. --- So I did. --- I read the books she recommended. Talked about them like I cared. --- Played the part well enough— that even I started believing it. --- Or at least— I told myself I did. --- --- One afternoon
- Writer
