Two autumns ago, he was here with me. We were something, really something... And now he's gone. Every time I feel him, he's never there. Just a figment of my imagination. And I can't move on. When we searched his room, we found a letter addressed to me. I haven't opened it until now, but now, I need to know the truth about what happened. I need to find him.
This is the prologue to my story 'two autumns ago' Tell me if you want to be pinged!
