Dear Ry,
I miss you. I'm so sorry for the way I treated you. I regret everything I ever said to you. All the pain I caused.
Your dad showed up the the funeral, I don't think anyone had expected that. Your mom wouldn't stop crying. I didn't either.
I wish I could tell you how much I love you, or kiss you one more time.
That's all I need. One more minute, one more day, just one more moment.
They said there was a lot of drugs in your system. I couldn't believe that. You promised me you wouldn't do that stuff any more.
But I guess we both broke our promises.
I'm no good at writing letters. I'm no good at much to be totally honest.
No good at relationships, no good at dyeing my hair, no good at skateboarding, no good at anything.
Everything that I failed at, you succeeded.
You could have succeeded, Ry. You could have pushed on.
I didn't know you needed me so much...I needed you too, and I'm sorry.
I'm so so sorry.
I love you Ry.
-Nova
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Short Story"its been three days since you left, and i can still hear the drumming of your heartbeat in my head." ©tiredstoner | 2015