𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧'

the beginning of the year always had unexpected surprises; for some reason, even as far from home as he was, he had found a considerable amount of people that he had actually met before. but if you have told him the night before that autumn, the girl he was madly in love with in high school, at least until she broke his heart, would be there, standing in front of him, he just wouldn’t have believed you. “autumn” that was the only thing that came out of his mouth. speechless, he had to rub his eyes to make sure he was not dreaming. theatrical, you may think, but that was just the way he was. “what are you doing here?”

“i honestly don’t know what to tell you.” he said, laughing. “it is a true story.” every single time he told it, though, people wondered if it actually was. “you’d have to read my novel first. then, you’ll understand why stephen king liked it so much.”