Dear Chloe Price,
I'm still listening on repeat the CD I found into the box with your things your mother gave me after you died. You used to play it into your truck. It's a collection of the songs you liked the most. It's a collection of little scattered pieces of your soul. It's a mix of pop punk and indie acoustic songs. I like a couple of them but I never thought I'd ever listened to most of them.
And it's just like you. Every melody and sound is angry, sad, brilliant and blue. So blue.
And there's this song that desperately remonds me of you, of every moment I've spent afar from you. But also worse moments. Those I remember but you don't. And all the sadness turns into anger against uselessness and impotence.
I can feel my heart shrink and I try to hate you but I can't. You'll always be the best part of me. The rebel I failed to save, the blue butterfly that haunts my mind, the love that wrecked my soul, the only hope I'd need to feel alive. But you're really just the blue upon my head, the sky that reflects in my eyes.
Now I'm as blue as you, till forever.
I won't never forget about you, Chloe.
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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...
