•Thirteen years later.•
Dear Ethan,
Hello. My name is Ethan Ryans. I found these letters in a box labeled, "Letters to Ethan. Owned by Emily Ryans." Emily is my mother. She died when I was a baby. I was raised by my Uncle Ull, which apparently is your brother. I read the letters.
To know that I was only born because my mother was raped is a sad thing. She didn't want me. She died because of me, because the rapist didn't want a child.
I go to the same school that you both went to. There is a picture of both of you with flowers around it that says, "Ethan Reign 2000-2013
Emily Ryans 2000-2013
May you rest in peace."
I get strange looks all the time because I'm the famous son of Emily Ryans. I've never even known my mother. I don't understand what's so special about me.
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Lost Half
Non-Fiction{Warning: Contains suicide, sexual items, and self-harming.} I'm heartbroken. I have had a major crush on my best friend Ethan for years, since about the time I met him. I confessed to him a few weeks ago, and when I was following him to the park to...
