-𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏- 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

The Third Letter

Dear Miranda,

        I don't care how many letters I have to write. I will reach you. Even if I'm 80. I won't lose hope. I can't lose hope.

I don't have much to update you on, so I guess I'll just write about my day.

I didn't have the energy to stream today. Sapnap keeps telling me I should go see a counselor of some sort. I don't think I need one, though.

I facetimed George most of the day. I already showed him my face, so what could it hurt? He keeps making sure I'm okay. I always tell him "I'm fine." He knows I'm lying, so he stays on the phone with me most of the day. He even falls asleep on call with me sometimes. It's comforting.

I didn't eat breakfast or lunch today. I haven't had much of an appetite lately. I did eat dinner, though. I went to our favorite Chinese place today. They asked where you were. I didn't have the heart to tell them, so I just said that you were sick.

Me, George, and Nick are so worried, Miranda. Come home. Please be safe. I just want you to be okay. To be alive. God, I don't even want to think about that. You're alive, please Miranda you have to be.

I love you so much. 

-Clay

Mailed to 2810 Taurus Street 28201
5-6-18
9:10 A.M.