Dear Lizzie,
I can't go anywhere without seeing you anymore. Everything reminds me of you, from the classrooms to the market to the tree you carved your initials in by our houses. Even staying inside doesn't help, because you're there too, beside me like when we'd have sleepovers, sitting in my desk chair and painting your nails, giggling by the window. My room used to be my safe haven, Lizzie. Now I don't even have that anymore.
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Dear Lizzie
Short StoryDear Lizzie, Everyone says you’re gone. But you can’t be—you’re Lizzie. You just can’t. But you really are, aren’t you? // letters written by a girl who just wants her best friend back
