-15--Letters to the God-

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Dear Venti,

A month. You are a stubborn thing. Does it take a month to decide whether dying was a mistake? Wake up you foolish god, wake up! I am here!

I miss you like the sky misses the horizon. I miss you like a bird misses its nest. I miss you like the sea misses the sand.

I can't breathe away from you. I can't see straight. I can't taste the sweetness of Tea-Break Pankakes. The grass near our tree is scratchy. The most beautiful of Lamp Grass is bleak and dull. Barbara's hymns sound out of tune. The water is dark and muddy. My chest is clenched. My clothes feel too small. My heart is too big.

The world isn't right when you're not here.

Yours, whether you want me or not,

-Y/n

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