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From: maddiecarson@gmail.com To: lydiamartin@gmail.com Subject: how are you?
Dear Lydia,
Hey, how are you? To be honest I'm not too bloody good myself, thanks for asking, it was appreciated dearly. So I just wanted to tell you that I think my mother is, for once in her life worried about me, I won't tell you why because I don't exactly think you care and it would be a waste of your time.
I also think you might have forgotten me. I mean, it's not unusual as sometimes my own mother calls me 'girl' but, you, I thought you would have remembered my name. I've heard stories of friends falling out of touch but we live on the same street as each other and we go to the same school, so how could you have forgotten me? I guess I was never really all that important to you then.
We used to be best friends, Lydia, we used to have sleepovers every night; they were always my favourite thing to do as we could just talk and not be distracted by anything. I remember you used to insist on everyone calling you Ariel because you loved the book that your grandmother read to you and me whenever we were over at your grandma's place. I remember when your parents started fighting and you came over to my house so I comforted you, that fight lead to their divorce. Then even while my parents were fighting downstairs I allowed you to come over, I hugged you as sobs wracked through your body.
I remember when I first discovered that I loved the feeling of blood pulsing through my veins, then when I told my parents of the strange feeling they looked at me like I was a freak. I was so upset. I ran over to your house and once your mother had let me in I ran straight up to your room feeling overwhelmed with what I was about to say. I told you about the feeling, and you seemed perfectly fine about it, for that I was so thankful for, but I was still upset about my parents so you suggested me taking a short sleep to relax and forget about it.
You had laid down on the bed and I was so confused with what you were doing until you patted the bed space beside you, so I laid down and you started hugging me so I rested my head against your heart and listened to it beating steadily. I miss it. I miss you.
