Dear Anna,
Oliver, Matt and Jake are coming over. They said that I should be physically and mentally prepared so they're basically going to prep me up tonight. Even though I'm not sure when I'll be able to face reality entirely. They're persistent.
I like this you know? I like writing letters to you and hopig that you might read them one day. I don't like reality. It's cruel, you think so too right?
I love you! Don't forget that!
Connor.
YOU ARE READING
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.