The Story Of A Lonely Girl In A Dark Room Love
Not a pipe. Not the wind. A soft, rhythmic tap-tap-tap against her windowpane. Three knocks, a pause, then two more.
This is the part of the article where most writers would offer you a happy ending. They would tell you that Elira opened the curtains, took a shower, went for a walk, and found true love in a bookstore. The Story Of A Lonely Girl In A Dark Room Love