"So, that's her journal?", asked Gabriel, pointing to the book next to me. I'm done tutoring him for the day.
I nod.
"So, its like a piece of her is always with you."
I nod and smile faintly as I sttoke the cover. I hadn't thought about it that way before.
"You know, the good thing about that is you can look at her handwriting and read things and her voice." he says. When I don't answer he speaks again. "Are you back to not talking again? I thought I had finally gotten you to think."
I shake my head. "No...just thinking."
He smiled. "You seem like a thinker."
"Aimee was a talker." I point out.
"Perfect balance.", he says as he gathers his things.
YOU ARE READING
her words.
Teen FictionTRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped...
