Dear Lizzie,
It's been two months since you left, Lizzie. Your family moved out today; I watched them pack up and leave. Your sister kept saying, "but we gotta stay, Mommy. We gotta stay so Wissie can find us," and I could see your mom cracking. She looks so old now, Lizzie. There are cracks everywhere in her. But she didn't break until they started moving stuff from your room. She just crumpled down to the ground halfway to the van and started sobbing. It took your dad half an hour to put her back together again.
Now they're gone. Maybe a new family will move into your house. I don't know which is worse—the house staying empty, or a new family moving in and obliterating the last traces of you I have left.
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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
