sincerely, amity

letter 1

May 18th

I'm dying.

Luz swallowed the lump in her throat as she read those words.

I've been dying. I'm not expected to live to next year. I'm never gonna finish highschool. I'm never gonna grow up with Luz. I'm gonna sit here for the next few months, and rot away. I'm going to die, and I'm going to leave Luz by herself. I'm gonna lose Willow again. Mom will be glad to get me off her shoulders, but how will Em and Ed be? Dad and I just started to get close.

I don't want to tell anyone. I don't want anyone to worry. I just want to sit here and let time do it's thing.

But I don't want to die.

Sincerely, Amity

Luz's lip softly quivered. She took a deep breath and continued onto the next page.

May 19th

I've finally realized I should give this diary to the one I love and will miss the most. I want her to have every part of me she can, alive or dead.

But I do have a few favors.

I've written multiple letters in this book, you'll find them as you read on. If you read on.

As selfish as it sounds, I guess I wanted more than a tombstone for people to remember me, so I wrote letters.

This first one is for Willow.

Sincerely, Amity

Luz turned the page and was met with an envelope. She picked it up and slowly flipped it around. It read, 'To Willow'.

Luz immediately stood up, not taking her eyes off the letter. It was 8pm, but that didn't stop her from quickly throwing her shoes and a coat on, and sliding out her bedroom window.

She ran to Willow's house. She pushed herself as fast as her legs would take her. Her lungs ached, and her heart felt like it was going to explode, but she had to give Willow this letter. Amity trusted her.

She ran up the cobblestone path leading to Willow's front door, knocking roughly.

She heard shuffling on the other side before her dad answered.

"Luz? Is everything alright?"

She slowed her breathing, realizing she probably looked like a crazy woman.

"Yes! Sorry! Is Willow home?" She panicked.

"Yes, she's right upstairs. Does Eda know you're out so late?" He asked her.

She started up the stairs, looking at him with her pointer finger to her lips.

She knocked on Willow's bedroom door, not even waiting for her to say 'come in'. She barged in, and Willow's eyes immediately shot up off of her scroll.

"Luz? Are you okay?" She asked, quickly getting out of bed.

"Amity," She panted. "Amity left this for you,"

She hesitantly handed the note to Willow. The bluenette stared at the handwriting.

"Thank you," She smiled.

Luz nodded and slowly made her way out of the Park house.

Meanwhile, Willow was slowly opening the letter. She carefully unfolded it, and began to read.

Dear Willow,

I hate putting this on you. I know the last thing you need is a letter from a dead girl, but I refuse to leave this world without telling my best friend 'bye'.

You were my first real friend, and for that I need to thank you. You are the kindest, bravest, most beautiful soul I have ever met, and I don't want this to change that. You brought out the sides of me I didn't know I had. I never had to courage to stand up for myself until I met you. You changed me in ways I could never change myself, Willow Park. I love you so much. I always have. Getting caught in my mom's dream wasn't ideal, and I know it hurt you. I know I hurt the person I should love most in the world, and I can never forgive myself, but it would be enough if you could.

I know it's been said before, but I can't say it enough. I'm sorry. If I'd have known how much time we were going to lose, I would've punched my mother in the face. I'm sorry for shutting you out. I'm sorry for replacing you. I'm sorry for dying.

I don't want to die, Willow.

But I want you to live the life I never got to. Don't stop being you. Be kind, be beautiful, inside and out. Be the girl who can help others stand up for themselves. Be Willow. Don't let me slow you down, I will always be with you. You will never be half-a-witch to me. You have the potential to become the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles. Just sucks you don't have anyone to braid your hair anymore. :P.

On a serious note, live for me. Go out for me. Just because I'm dead doesn't mean you have to be as well. Grow me a garden. I love you more than words can ever describe.

Sincerely, Amity