Dear Anna,
Mom has been increasing my appointments with Dr.Schmidt because she thinks I've been going back to my old habits; drinking heavily, talking to you, thinking you were here with me. You know I'm not crazy, right? You are here. You were always here. You promised me you would never leave me and I promised you the same. Mom's wrong. I'm perfectly fine and you know that. It's okay if you're the only who knows. I don't need anyone else but 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.