[ October 28 2015 ]
Dear Meg,
You were late to English today. It's not like you.
You had never done any tardiness before, especially in Mr. Gale's class.
What's going on, Meg?
All eyes were on you when you walked to your seat. But, of course, that didn't bother you.
You always catch everyone's attention.
Including mine.
The life of the party.
Your seat was in front of me, next to Brit. Your usual seat.
I looked at your face just before you took your seat.
Your head was down, but I didn't miss your puffy eyes, the dark circles under them, your faintly red nose and the dried streaks of tears on your cheeks.
What's going on, Meg?
Love, Dylan
YOU ARE READING
Dear Meg,
Short StoryDylan Shaw doesn't talk about his feelings, he writes them down. To his ex-girlfriend.
