VirgilDoor

A piece of paper scribbled with quite intricate handwritings on the desk caught my eye when I entered the room of my departed friend. The air was cool, coming from the window which had never been opened before due to the endless rain. When the rain finally stopped at the end of spring to welcome the long awaited summer, the curtain was neatly tucked into its rear, and the windows were slid open. I breathed in the air as I took another glance at the letter, my mind was now squirming with questions. I never had the chance to read the letter the previous night. I recalled what had happened between me and her and found myself blushing to the tho