Dear Anna,
I don't think I can do this anymore. You know what I mean. Mom's going to help me reorganize my room, my wardrobe and practically my entire life later. I gave her the permission to. Dr. Schmidt thinks I should start living again. I didn't know what she meant until a few minutes ago when I took a good look at myself in the mirror.
Sure, I was tanned again and my muscles were starting to build up after all the soccer practices and trips to gym but there was something very different about me. Something I can see but not others can after a while. It's easily hidden under a forced smile and a simple "I'm okay!" or "I'm fine now!"
My eyes were dead. There wasn't any emotions behind them. I wonder when they had become like this.
Come back, Anna.
Put the life back into my eyes.
I love 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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