Dear Anna,
I'm sick of waiting. When are you coming back? I miss you.
Mom says it's time I get this over with. She's going to drive me to your place within the next week, whenever I'm ready. I don't think I would ever be ready. I can't do this alone, you know. Please come back to me so we can both do this together.
I'm so useless without you, Anna.
I love you, I miss you, I want you back.
Connor.
YOU ARE READING
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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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