July 8, 2013
Dear Maisie Charleston,
I'm sure you've been struggling with the news of our dearly departed friend, Jeanette. It hasn't been easy on me either. I'm not sure if she ever mentioned me to you when you talk on the phone, but I am, as you most likely consider me, Jeanette's "other" friend.
I know that you might not be to fond of me. After all, after Jeannette left for college, one could see it as I took your place. But I'm here to say that Jeannette could never replace you. I was nearly another heart she had managed to touch. And touch it she did. The news of her death has left me...... Different. There is an empty void that only her petite laugh can fill.
Maisie Charleston, I am alone without Jeanette's gentle touch and her simple smile. I am lost without her softly spoken and richly defined words.
Perhaps this is inappropriate to ask at this time, but I need you. I need someone. Please, be my shoulder to cry on. I have found myself slowly going mad all alone in my tiny little apartment. I'm aware this might seem dramatic and rushed, Miss Charleston, but it's all true and has been kept inside for far too long. Bottling up your emotions gets you nowhere- It'll only turn you into this.
Sincerely,
Peter Holden
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From: Maisie
Teen FictionA book of letters written between Maisie Charleston and Peter Holden, two lost people trying to get over the death of their dear friend, Jeannette. Assume all images used in this story are not mine.
