The Sixth Letter

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Dear Miranda,

         This is the last address I think you could be at. If this doesn't work, I don't know what will. Don't worry though, I won't give up. I'll remail letters to the other addresses. I'll wrote to random addresses. I don't care if the people who receive the letters think I'm insane. I just want to find you.

The police closed your case. They aren't trying to find you anymore. I'm angry at them, and at myself too, I guess. I shouldn't have let you go out alone that day. I guess I can't change anything now, though. I would give the world to undo it.

I went to the counselor yesterday. They helped a little. They think I have depression. I think they might be right. I hate to admit that. I can't even admit it to George or Sapnap.

Please answer. Please let this be the address that works.

I love you so much, Miranda.

-Clay


Mailed to 67682 Kid Yaj Rd. 37382
5-29-18
3:32 P.M.


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