Dear Paige Hyland,
No, that wouldn't be good enough. Too formal...I wanted her to be my friend, didn't I?
Dear Paige,
Still too formal. 'Dear' made everything sound formal.
Paige,
No. That sounded way too serious, like I was proposing some kind of business transaction. I didn't want it to seem like I was being forced to write the letter.
Hey Paige,
That sounded way better, but still strange. It was something you'd begin a text message with, and Paige couldn't text. She was in rehab, and this was a letter. Why was this so hard?
Hey,
God. That was too broad. Like, what if it went to the wrong person? Well, I guess it could have went to the wrong Paige if I only wrote Paige as well.
Dear Paige,
It sounded formal with 'dear', but it was the only greeting that seemed to work in my head. I doubted she would really even mind the greeting, and would just be more interested in the rest of the letter.
I took a deep breath and began writing to her, hoping nothing I asked was offensive, and that nothing I said seemed oblivious or ignorant. Halfway through I discarded the whole thing and started over, thinking she wouldn't even care for what I had to say. I tapped my pen to my forehead gingerly and tore another page of notebook paper off my desk.
Dear Paige,
How are you doing?
Oh, fuck. That sounded ignorant, didn't it? Of course she wasn't doing the best she could be. She was in rehab.
I threw my pen across the room and put my head in my hands, deeming the entire thing impossible.
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Thursday (Sequel to 'From Eden')
FanfictionWARNING: THIS IS A SEQUEL TO ANOTHER STORY I HAVE POSTED, TITLED 'FROM EDEN'. READ THAT BEFORE THIS ONE, OR ELSE YOU WILL BE CONFUSED AND THERE WILL BE SPOILERS. - - Inpatient rehabilitation is hard. Paige Hyland learned that when she made a reser...
