Goner ; cth [completed]

eighteen.

dear calum,

your mother and i started to clean out your bedroom.

it's been five months.

she told me that it was finally time to let you go.

i knew that she hadn't let you go yet. but she wanted me to let go.

last night i slept in your bed with one of your sweaters. whenever i used to sleep over you would always give me it to sleep in.

it still smelled like you.

i almost cried again, but i didn't. you had told me not to.

i kept a box of your things. i didn't let myself keep anymore.

i found a letter that was addressed to me. it was dated back nine months ago.

it was adressed a week before you'd fallen into your coma.

i haven't read it yet. but i will once i get back to my house.

love,

jess

p.s: i read it last night.

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