Literature
Dear girl.
Dear, girl.
I'm so sorry I couldn't get your name, hell. I didn't even talk to you for that long. In that case, hi, I'm Tim. And I'm dying. Now, you saw me do what I did, and I'm glad that I did. The bar, The creepy man, how he looked at you, and how he followed you, then grabbed you. The screams that you gave, it saddened me. After you left, I had to subdue him, make sure he didn't go after you, I knocked him out, but he won overall, he he pulled a pistol and shot right before I knocked it from his hand, but the damage was done, I was shot in the chest, I am now bleeding profusely, watching to make sure he doesn't get up. I saw you run, hope