Letter Twelve

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Dearest Ashton,

Today you told me the story. I never would have known Luke was that sad. He always seemed so happy.
I wish you didn't blame yourself though. It wasn't your fault.
I'm sorry you had to find him like that. And I'm sorry you lost your best friend.
He's happy now, I promise.
You seem a little bit better today too. I hope you are.

I put my hand on top of yours, and you didn't move it away. You smiled at me and said "thank you".

I should be the one thanking you.

Love, Emaline.

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