dear malia,
parker called. he called me to check in on me. apparently, he had found out about josh. i don't know how, but he did.
"hey," he said. i had missed his voice. i missed parker. "how are you?"
"okay," i told him. "you?"
"you know," he said, ignoring my question, "if you ever need to talk, you can talk to me."
"yeah, i know."
"i care about you. a lot," he said. "you know that."
"i do."
parker paused for a minute and i could hear him breathing. his breath was wavering, almost as if he was nervous to say what he was going to say next. "hannah, i'm so sorry. ." he exhaled. "i'm here for you."
"thank you, parker."
he repeated it once again, either because he needed me to know, or because he didn't think i heard him, but nonetheless he spoke the words softly and clearly.
"i'm here."
truly,
hannah
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Dear Malia (Completed)
Teen Fictionin which a girl writes (but never sends) letters to the girl she loves. TW: Self-harm/suicide *Please read at your own risk, I have made the rating for this story Mature for the safety and awareness of my followers and readers. © daisykidhes 2014...
