Dear Hayes • h.g

Letter Four; April 15

Dear Hayes,

Today was my birthday. You were the only one that knew, not like I expected anyone to remember it anyways. The big 15 years, happy right? No, because it's almost time.

You took me to my favorite park, the one were I met you. We walked around talking about our future.

You told me in these exact words,"I'll become famous one day, and you'll be there next to me. For me to hold."

I'll be there, just not physically. I'll be there in spirit to cheer you on. So if you read this, which means that I have officially committed suicide, follow your dreams Hayes.

Don't mope around because of my death, it was something that would've happened anyways. I just quickened the time.

-Maih ✧