Dear Anna,
I'm sorry I haven't write to you for the past three days. Oliver dragged me along for a trip with Matt, Jake and his brother, River. I didn't know we were going for a trip. He told me it was just a quick hangout but we ended up driving for hours.
Oliver forbidded me to touch a pen or a piece of paper for the entire trip. I'm sorry, I know you hate it when I made up excuses.
I saw a really nice hair pin on our trip. It had light blue jewels on it and it reminded me of your eyes so I bought it. I don't know when I'll be able to give it to you. Oliver already planned out how I'll be spending the rest of the week.
At the end of this week, there will be two months of Summer left.
I still think about you every night, Anna. I miss you.
Connor.
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Blank Canvas [Wattpad Prize 2014]
Teen Fiction"Is this how you plan to get out of the labyrinth of suffering?" "It's a metaphor of life, Anna." Copyright © 2014 by Brooklyn Anne. All Rights Reserved. Dedicated to those who have lost someone they truly loved.
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