Dear Anna,
I'm trying. Mom's not forcing me because she knows I would probably get a mental break down at that spot so she's not forcing me. But I can see that she's really hoping that I'll gather up enough courage to face reality. I promised her I'll do it for her sake. And yours.
I love you,
Connor.
P.S/ I still have the things from your locker.
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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