D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶T̶a̶m̶a̶t̶h̶a̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶i̶f̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶w̶e̶ ̶n̶e̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶t̶a̶l̶k̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶h̶a̶p̶p̶e̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶l̶a̶s̶t̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶ ̶w̶e̶ ̶w̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶g̶e̶t̶h̶e̶-̶
D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶T̶a̶m̶a̶t̶h̶a̶,̶ ̶I̶ ̶h̶o̶p̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶a̶l̶r̶i̶g̶h̶-̶
Dear Tamatha, meet me outside the cemetery,
Luca.
It took me at least an hour to write her a simple letter. An hour. The whole lesson. All my thoughts were jumbled up in my brain. I thought about the way she left, cold and isolated; without a care. I thought about juvie but that led me nowhere because in juvie, all I could think about was her. I was lovesick. Literally. They diagnosed me clinically depressed. It's kind of funny right? I mean you don't see many boys becoming depressed. It's mainly the girls that binge, have self-esteem issues or daddy problems.
I looked at the time, 5 minutes until home time. I raised my hand and excused myself to go to the toilet. When I got out to the corridor, I approached your locker and slipped the note through the small opening between the locker. Then, I made my way quietly to the cemetery.
