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Nonexistent

Dear, Wren

Something about the way you seemed so nonexistent when I wasn't with you, were you even real?

Well of course you were, I just think I'm finally getting over your death. I still miss you though.

When I say you seemed nonexistent, I mean no one knew who you were except for me, you had no one except for me. You were so antisocial I was surprised you even spoke to me.

Sometimes you'd just appear after a few days, I had no idea where you'd go but I was used to it so I never called 999, one time you were gone for a month.

That was when I was starting to believe you were nonexistent, because even the police couldn't find you. Then I decided to visit your father.

He was all the way in France, though I spent the money and went as soon as I could. When I got there you could say I ran but I hadn't slept so it's more like I tried to but couldn't.

I knocked on the door and he answered, same worried look as me. He said you had locked yourself in your room all week and hadn't responded to anything. Not even a hello.

You ran away from me right? Love was to much for you. It's weird how your 100 year old dad survived longer than you.

I broke down your door and then broke down in tears, why did you want your father to witness this? I didn't scream, I didn't shout, I didn't move. My eyes stayed on yours as you slightly spun, blood seeped through your pants as you hung like a piñata.

Your father asked me what happened as he stepped into the door frame, he was the one that screamed, the scream that made the neighbors come running over.

The scream that made me realize that you were now nonexistent.

Love, Wilbur