The Paper Airplanes [bxb]

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Dear Jonah,

I haven't written to you in weeks. That's because one of the bullies broke my arm in that fight, so I couldn't write. They continued to bully me, though, and every time I have seen you turn around and ignore me. I have written you ten letters, all of which have been transformed into paper airplanes and thrown out my window. This will be my last letter to you. Why? I am committing suicide. You have hurt me so much mentally and caused me so much pain physically that I have to say goodbye to this world. I loved you, Jonah. I really did. If only you'd loved me back, then none of this would've happened. If you're reading this, if anyone is reading this, I've already swallowed ten pills, one for each letter I've written you. I'm already dead. Don't come looking for me.

Sincerely,
Chilling in hell

I hadn't received a note from him in weeks, probably around two or three months. I was starting to think that he'd given up on me, that he'd moved on. But then, as I opened the window to let in some fresh air, a freaking paper airplane flew into my room. I pounced on it and read it.

No.

No no no no no no no no.

He couldn't have.

He did.

There was no doubt about it. The boy with the aquamarine eyes, the boy who wrote me notes that somehow, miraculously found their way to me, the boy who had a crush on me for so long.

He was dead.