April 18, 2014
Peter,
I don't know what to say. I've never been good with emotions. But I guess I agree. Jeannette's "venom" has not failed to destroy. Only time will tell if we can fight it. We have each other though, right? I'll admit reading your letters kind of makes me feel a bit better. Just knowing I'm not the only one feeling this way, y'know? Because a lot of times I've assumed I was. But no, I can tell you loved Jeannette just as much as I did..... But maybe in a different way?
Anyway, I've created a living Hell for myself after Jeannette left us. Always convinced I was alone, always convinced that I wasn't a good enough friend. That I wasn't a good enough person. If I died just now, who would come to my funeral? Who would miss me long after? After pondering it for a while, I found the answer was simpler than I thought: I DON'T GIVE A SINGLE FUCK. All that matters is Jeannette and Jeannette alone. Just make sure her memory lives on and everything will be okay. Good day.
From:
Maisie
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From: Maisie
Roman pour AdolescentsA 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.
