Freeze

She had a harmless look on her face, "We haven't settled the matter of you writing a love letter to my boyfriend."

But strangely enough, after high school graduation, the two of them manage to go down the street for coffee together, hand in hand.

In my impression, he was a gentle man who always spoke with politeness.

I've said before that I like people who are late, including Shelby.

Shelby rarely called me sister, she knew I hated her and had very little contact with me over the years, save for a few days when we first met and her father introduced her as his goddaughter, her sweet voice shouted a few times, and then she never heard it again.

My curiosity finally made me turn my head, then freeze.

Shelby spits out her tongue and laughs, "Tell you one more thing, do you know why I'm like this." She leans against the railing with a lazy look and looks at me, "Sis, I saw you sending him a love letter."

She told me this story herself, and I still remember the smug tone in which s