Dear Emily,
I laughed today. I'm telling you, because it wasn't a laugh I forced to make my mom think I was okay. It wasn't a nervous laugh that I do when I meet someone new or don't know how to explain something. It was a real, genuine laugh.
But it only lasted a split second, and I automatically regretted it. I shouldn't be laughing. You're not able to laugh. You're dead. And it's all because of me.
- Delilah.
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Dear Emily
Teen Fiction"I've been staring at the wall for the past hour. And you're six feet under the ground. So I guess things didn't work out for either of us. - Delilah." soundtrack: http://8tracks.com/bonjouritsali/dear-emily-soundtrack // let her go; passenger // br...
