Dear Miles Cade,
It is 8:03pm; I'm sitting right next to you in the hospital writing this letter to you that you can't read. You're alive, but you don't look alive. Your face is pale, there's an unemotional expression on your face, and dammit I know you're alive, but it sure as hell doesn't feel like it.
I occasionally will hold your hand because I wondered what it felt like to your hand after confessing my feelings for you. This isn't how I pictured it at all. I feel sad that you can't feel what I'm feeling right now.
It's a mixture of butterflies, but it's masked with pain.
Miles, I'm not leaving you. I'm staying in this hospital until you wake up and that's something I promise. It took me four years to realize my feelings for you, four years to realize that I should have been more grateful with our time together, and I promise that the moment you wake up I will do everything in my power to make sure that you know that.
I miss you.
I'll write you always.
I'll stay with you and love you always,
Piper Cheyenne
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Letters to Miles Cade
Teen FictionA story written through letters. Piper Cheyenne is writing to her best friend of four years, Miles Cade who's on an overseas trip during the entire summer. She writes him the good, the bad, and what happens while he's gone is an unexpected one. Ther...
