july 7, 2013
dear autumn,
i hate going to the therapist.
ms. moore: ...who was autumn, elliot?
me: shrug. i don't know, she was just autumn.
my beautiful and complex autumn.
ms. moore: she had a lot going on in her life. did you know that?
what a stupid question.
me: ...
ms. moore: do you miss her?
everyday.
me: ...
ms. moore: ...
me: my forty-five minutes are up, can i go now?
ms. moore: sigh. no, elliot, today's an hour, remember?
me: ...
ms. moore: scribbles on clipboard. carefully. do you know what happened to, autumn, elliot?
me: ...
ms. moore: ...
me: ...
ms. moore: ...
me: ...
ms. moore: ...
me: she killed herself.
- elliot
penned sickly on the back of a manila folder
YOU ARE READING
dear autumn,
Teen Fictiona girl long dead and gone. a boy not accepting the fact that she's gone, and so he writes her little bits and pieces of what he's going through without her. [lowercase intended]
