Dear X,
I'm falling. Slowly losing hope that he's alive. I just have to wait. I can't sleep. I haven't slept in 52 hours. But I can't sleep. I need to be awake. I need to be awake if he responds. Ella can't talk because her iPod is dying and she doesn't wanna risk getting the charger from the room where her brother is sleeping. I'm scared. I don't want him dead. If this does end up being the last thing I ever write I'll be pretty disappointed because this entire work right here is a piece of shit. These letters have almost been like a journal. A diary. Maybe soon it will be the diary of a dead girl.
I have never felt so alone. And so empty. Nothing. He's missing from me. At first I thought he was tricking me and Ella was in on it. Then I realized she wasn't. I trusted her. I trusted her with him. I let her be there for him when I wasn't. But he left her too. He said the dreaded word to us both. "Goodbye."
But I'll try not to think about it.
-Casely
