the lake holds all our secrets 🌊
Will stares at them, dumbfounded, and he barely processes the sound of a zipper closing Mike’s backpack. He runs his finger back and forth across the top one before asking: “What’re these?” “Letters,” Mike answers softly, “The letters that I never sent to–” “You wrote me?” Will interrupts weakly. He stares at Mike with impossibly wide eyes as he stiffly nods his head. “How come you never…?” “I was scared.” And before Will even has the chance to question what, exactly, is so scary about sending a letter to your long-distance best friend, Mike is hurriedly saying, “Just read them, okay? I promise they’ll explain what I can’t.”
Or Lettergate at Lover’s Lake 🫶🏽
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snippet from miwip wednesday is posted below!
