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thirteen

one month later,

i arrived at the bridge to find a stack of books.

i hadn't been to the bridge in a couple of days,

i was sick with the flu. i hadn't found a chance to tell calum.

there was a note on top,

written on loose leaf paper.

dear delia,

don't look down,

i don't want you to see me,

if i'm still there.

turn around,

go home.

don't think of me,

i'm not worth it.

love,

cal

p.s. - keep the books.