Dear Chloe Price,
The years have passed and it's gonna be autumn soon again.
All the poetry of these months always hit me hard and as always I try to sooth my existential pain taking pictures of what I think can describe the vibe of my soul in that very moment. Sometimes I can, sometimes I fail, but I learnt that that's how making art works: you never really know if the final result will be how you thought it would, but you gotta try. And even though the tecnique is perfect, the framing is excellent and the camera is so good it self too, if I don't have some strong, almost instinctive, deep emotion, the picture it's not the same, not as good as it could have been.
I know it's one of my pretentious theories about art and photography, bit I think it's the reason why your bedroom had such a strong impact on me.
Yeah, it sounds silly but I don't really care, every poster you put on your wall, every graffiti and every sentence came from some deep emotion you had. And I kind of feel desperate because I wasn't there to help you deal.
The sentence that hit me the most, probably because I'm part of its cause, was "everybody lies, no exception."
Simple. Clear. Very angry. And so hopeless.
With that little self portrait which was an amazing group of like, 6 lines?, and it seemed so detailed anyway.
Maybe because I remember every detail of you, maybe because it hid all of your sadness.
But I wanna tell you one thing,
I swear I never lied.
I'll never forget about you, Chloe.
With love,
Max
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Dear Chloe Price | by 3BulletNecklace
FanfictionMax chose to sacrifice Chloe that day back in October. Plot (with spoilers of the first chapter, so if you're interested I recommend to read the first chapter) : She knows that's been the biggest mistake she's ever made. After having been in a psyc...
