Dear H,
Since going back to school after Christmas break, we haven't been doing much learning. It's been about more about self discovery. I guess it's been like that since you... you know... left.
Teacher are panicking because they are afraid something like this will happen again, to another student.
It had me questioning why didn't they do things like this before? It could have saved people, saved you.
I always thought you had yourself figured out, you knew your sexuality, what you liked to wear, what you wanted to be and maybe you even knew who you loved.
I thought you were so perfect... had everything figured out. Except I remember that one time you had a bit of a meltdown because you were panicking about school pictures. You had a few spots and it wasn't your fault you were fifteen. That's what happens when your a teenager.That's not all, your hair products ran out and there was a stain on the baby blue jumper you were planning on wearing.
I must of been a bit insensitive that day because I remember storming out. You just annoyed me so much because you couldn't see how perfect you looked in anything. It's like you needed validation from everyone, that's what pissed me off the most. Why didn't you care about what I thought? I know I cared a whole lot about your opinion
It doesn't matter anyway, your picture still came out perfect - even with your red eyes and splotchy cheeks.
You refused to show anyone it, remember? You sat on the floor of your room, sulking. I should have made you stand up and walk down stairs so you could hang it up in the front room.
But I didn't. I just hugged you tightly then stole the smallest wallet picture when you dozed off. I didn't leave the next day in until you saw how perfect you were. I think you just agreed with me to get me to leave, but the truth is I only stayed because you stole my heart and I wasn't leaving till I had stolen yours.
Did it work? Did I have your heart?
I'll hold on to your heart forever,
Lou x
[a/n: so sorry that the last chapters have been a bit shit, I've been dealing with stuff but I can promise you they will get better. I'm currently half way through writing the take me home chapters so I'm a bit ahead and I can promise you those chapters are much better.]
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