nineteenth letter

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dear clay,

it has been one week since the car crash. it has been one week since i lost the love of my life. i miss you every single second.
yesterday i had to tell your friends about what happened. it was hard. when i said it out loud, george started laughing. he thought that i was just joking and that i was just trying to mess with them. i wish i was just joking. i wish all of this never happened. i wish that we just waited and that everything would have been fine after a while. i wish that i did not bring it up a second time and i wish that you did not drive away. i wish that you did not die while trying to call me. i wish it was not all my fault.

yours y/n

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