Memory::lrh

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luke,

the rumour isn't true. i called it. who's stupid enough to think you were ever coming back? michael, remember him? the one you said was your best friend? he hates your guts. he loathes you for leaving. i know this because we started to hang out again. we cry about you all the time. he knew the rumour is of course just a rumour because he searched all over town for you. yet you weren't there. just like the first night you disappeared.

remember how we blew your phone up with calls and texts? remember how we sent a search party for you? we got the whole town searching high and low for you. yet you still were no where to be found.

i drank you like you were the god damn cure, but really you were the pretty purple poison.

always,
indigo