Dear Jax,
I'm so sorry. For lashing out like that, I'm so selfish.
I just want you to know that it's been a month and a half and my mom accused me of drug use, considering I spend all of my time in my room.
I'm not using drugs, I'm remembering the one thing that I was addicted to, it made me feel high- but it wasn't a drug at all.
It was you.
I love you, Jax. More than ever.
I blame myself for not showing that enough because obviously if I did, you would've stayed.
I'm so sorry, Jax.
Love, Tori.
Tori fell asleep that night after tucking away the tear-stained paper and hopelessly muttering apologies for her best friend, up in the sky.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Jax
Teen FictionTori is a secluded, purple-haired punk princess who spends her nights writing letters to Jaxon, her best friend and long-time crush who committed suicide months ago. *** Inspired by and dedicated to my lovely best friend, Jania Navea, and her short...