Dear Jason,
I remember clearly the first time you kissed me, in the janitor's closet sophomore year.
Back then, I didn't think it was a slutty thing to do. You made me feel like I did nothing wrong that day.
And then the next day, you called me a slut, albeit playfully.
And it hurt, Jason, it hurt.
After that I decided that if sleeping with you was the only way we could be together, then I would.
I became a WHORE for you, Jason, all because I was a naive girl who fell in love with you.
And now that I'm gone, I'm sure you'll find someone else to replace me.
But when you touch her, think of me. When you kiss her, think of me.
When you break her heart, think of me.
WhEn YOu BrEAk HeR
Remember me.
-River
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What Happened To River
Storie breviRiver called it love, Jason called her when he felt like it. She never told him how much it hurt, she only whispered, "I love you," when he was fast asleep. But when River disappears one night, Jason realizes too late what he lost. But River left b...
